Taking big draughts of water helped, but what really made headway through the mind mist was a brisk walk in the chilly autumnal air, through the cinematically orange and yellow leaf-lined park leading to the Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum, via Tesco for some medicinal assistance. Feeling like I’d spent all night sucking on a bag of flour, my body was throbbing along to my heartbeat and, after a rubbish sleep, my head was soon starting to throb too. Not going to lie, I wasn’t in peak performance when I awoke with a withering groan on Sunday. The day after the Glasgow Whisky Festival I headed to the Aqvavitae Blind Challenge event at a local casino, where sixty whisky exciters would test their smell and taste skills in a blind flight of whiskies designed to surprise. My second ever whisky festival concluded with a firm place in the top five whisky experiences of my short whisky life. The embers are fading on a weekend carved from a solid block of oak.
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