Since the biped continues to hawk his grandfather’s whiskey with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, and since my own sense of taste and smell are far more evolved than his, I thought perhaps I’d enjoy a snort for myself, and provide his six million acolytes with an unbiased, albeit unsolicited review.
It’s really good.
Freddy
Knobelspirits.com
PS. Don’t give your dog whiskey or let them operate heavy machinery.