Ogilvie has the luxury of being able to custom order almost anything from his local liquor store. In these days of next-day delivery, the wait time for the New Riff Single Barrel will shock you.

Ogilvie’ quiet time; cosied in an armchair, reflecting on all that whisky has brought along. While he pines for a better scotch selection, he makes do with a tasty Baby Jane Bourbon to usher in the holidays.

In a breakaway move, the Dramface Colonials conspire at their water cooler, setting up their own splinter cell. Happily, it results in a virtual sipping session and collaborative review of this Baker’s 7 Bourbon.

Another cracking Ogilvie tale of whiskey folks from the South, and a little bottled-in-bond bourbon edyacashun woven in. Heaven Hill’s 7yo Kentucky Straight in the glass.

Finally snagging himself an Old Forester 1920, Hamish wonders why there aren’t more nods to the past in today’s whisky making excitement. As he ponders, he dives into his Glencairn time machine and skips back 100 years to US Prohibition time.

As we swing into boxing day, Doog finds an appropriate dram to utterly switch off with. The fact that he can pick it up for the equivalent of mere buttons, in whiskey terms, sweetens the already sweet deal.

Shuffling through airports is a thing once more for Hamish. At travel retail, he dodges the aisles of Scotch and Irish dullness to plump for some bourbon exploration - in litre bottles.

A hail a dusty day! A store-find of an old age-stated Wild Turkey 101 at retail has Earie contemplating the age statement vs climate.