Ah, a very special bottle of Scottish malt whisky indeed! From a syndicate of motorbikers, which I was supposed to join but my cheque was delayed in the post. And then another member had to bow out, so I got to take over his share! Cask strength Cragganmore, my absolute favourite malt.
The name of the whisky, Nakambale, was the biker name of our dear friend and Gambian trip fundraiser Gert de Jonge, who was tragically killed in a bike accident. And the shot glasses were given to us by the Old Blacksmiths at Gretna Green, when we got married there.
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