They were wrong.
I picked it up; removed the silver foil from the top, pulled out the cork, and savoured the aroma. Smoky peat mingled with liquorice and raw honey.
One sip couldn’t hurt. I poured a wee dram into a tumbler. Swirled it around. No bottling out now.
It seared the back of my throat; a fire inside my stomach. It felt so good. Another sip...
AA were so right.