Whiskey Haikus

Laphroaig Select Malt

Deciphering runes.
A lost civilisation.
Ashy hints remain.

(For Brian – thanks for the sample!)

Amber grain flames first,
then fusel oil spits toffee.
Such fun! Bubblegum!

So many on shelves,

gathering dust and cobwebs.

So few being drunk.

Viking marketing
marauding and pillaging
Orcadian pride.

Who’s been stewing fruit

in the California sun,

under the bear flag?

Forgotten spirit

of communism. Alas,

whisky’s jumped the shark.

Is this an order?

I’d rather sip it slowly

than gulp down sweet spice.

Full frontal attack –

Assault from every angle.

There’s fire in the hole!

Can the past be drunk?

Fritz exhumed lost recipes –

Archeology.

After publishing 40 or so haikus about whisk(e)y in just over a month, it’s time to pause for breath and refresh the glass!

From here on, we’ll be slowing the daily posts down to approximately bi-weekly. Next one will be on Monday.

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Thanks so much for taking the time to read, and slainte!