The Balblair 1997-2007
50 ml airline bottle
Brit. /’bɔːlblɛə(r)/, U.S. /‘bɔlblɛə(r)/, /‘bɑlblɛə(r)/
1. the condition in which a kilt-clad man standing cliff side may find himself when a breeze breaks in over the Firth of Forth.
2. any inadvertent male exposure, as when performing a groin-stretching exercise on the football pitch.
3. chiefly Scot. 1997. A Highland single malt whisky aged ten years in oak barrels. The nose is like smelling a lemon through a drier sheet. Sweet and refreshing; well-balanced throughout; high, clean, and light—a good morning drink if there ever was one. Scottish astronauts would have had this in place of Tang. Draw several milliliters of Gran Marnier in a syringe, then trace the needle along the grooves on an old Pachisi board cleaned with Lemon Pledge while depressing the plunger, and finally retrace the grooves with a cocktail straw held in your lips. What you taste may approximate the delights of the Balblair 1997-2007, though it is not likely to have the long-finishing subtlety that I can only liken to the heat of a winter bath, the warmth of well-being.
The Balblair 1997 is the Hertz Doughnut–Less common than a wedgie, and subtler than noogie, this artful blend of verbal wit and unprovoked violence deserves wider acclaim.
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