Anne of Green Labels.

I thought it would save the environment.
There's definitely a misty glow about Johnnie Walker's Green Label, with its gilded lines and lettering, its deep hunter green with an almost matte finish. It looks exotic in a line of Jonnie Walker bottles--the forbidden meadow, the ferngully. And we hoped, sincerely, to be led into the Great Valley, where fruits resplendent shine on trees and water flows between your knees, where the fey folk live in their gourd houses, birds chattering the Gospel of Gaia on their leaf heavy branches...

But instead we were just kind of drowned in a foetid swamp.
(negative 50 health/mana fer sure)

Well, every bottle is a gamble. This one just happened to be an expensive one. A night of tasting and re-tasting and evaluating and reevaluating led me to an enlightening conclusion. Perhaps it isn't the age of JW, but the substance itself. There's something foul in the bottle, in the mix, in the process, who knows? It's just, and I quote myself "too sweet for me. When I drink Scotch I want to be grated against something, something grainy and woody. Johnnie Walker, you are a pussy." I hereby disrespect any lamefoot who orders this particular vintage, this particular Scotch as his drink of choice a goober. The Glenlivet is soft on the palate, sure, but it is both interesting, adequately oak barelly, and a charming introduction to Scotch. As in, if Scotch were California and all the different types cities in California, it would be important to visit the right city to get turned on to California, or to get a faithful representation of California's wonder, wealth, and diversity...aka, its beauty! So, if this were the case, the Glenlivet might be San Francisco. JW Green might be Fresno. Do not go there. For that matter, avoid Blythe (JW Red) and Bakersfield (JW Black):

On a cheerier note, we had a blast with claymation Jacob who only went narcoleptic towards the most latter part of the evening, I have no perceivable hangover, though my heads in a cloud (but when is it not?), and I did my degree some justice by winning two games of Scrabble with words like Azalea, Herb, and Dour. 

Gloat-worthy.

Live Action Joey, it's your turn.

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