We tend to avoid politics at Dramface. Ogie does the same at Chez Shaw in NC, USA. But his politically opposed pals visit him with different ideas. Ogie douses them with Scarabus 10. Good job.

Ogilvie has been starved of whisky choice recently, but a positive effect of this is a more curious mind. Which led hime to pick up a 14yo Invergordon official bottling. We’re intrigued!

Upon pushing his exploration of what's available locally - Ogie has an epiphany of how he might compare bourbon and malt. Hopping down the rabbit hole with a Rabbit Hole (soz) he shares all.

A very specific whisky is called for as three old friends gather in support of each other. In the face of acute loss, Ogilvie calls upon Balvenie's classic 12yo Doublewood to assist in catharsis.

Starved by a lack of interesting malt, we face losing one of our writers, due to sheer failure fatigue. That is until Ogilvie works out another angle altogether, a new found love of bourbon.

After a tough few weeks, we hear why we’ve heard little from Ogie, and he’s been through the wringer. However, after a dusty find via his thoughtful son, this BenRiach sets him back on his feet.

Dramface: Who’d you like to collab with on the Longrow: Broddy, Nick, Ogilvie, Tyree, Aengus or Calder?
Eallair: “Yes”.
An epic Dramface collective review on an iconic bottle.

Recognising a new reluctance in the human condition to reach out and connect, Ogilvie decides to start at home, using whisky as the weapon of choice and a Royal Brackla 12yo as ammunition. Does it work?

Becoming ever more frustrated by his state’s draconian controlled liquor laws, Ogilvie steps up his creativity, employing child labour to snag an excellent SMoS Craigellachie.

Ogilvie reaches for an Inchmurrin, liking it to his favourite comfy sweater, only to discover someone has swapped it out for a polyester t-shirt one size too small.

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.

For those of us living in the wider Scotch Whisky diaspora, we often must experience Campbeltown’s mythical spirits vicariously through others. In Ogilvie’s latest, he tracks down two of the Wee Toon’s Blended Malts in this side by side comparison.

As he settles into life in Dixie, Ogilvie meets up with a formidable local gent who declares if it isn’t bourbon, it isn’t whiskey. A dinner is the prize if a mind can be changed…

Usually a gentle type, the spectre of a bad experience from Ogilvie’s past rears its head to have him reaching for the warning klaxon. Do not buy this. A rare 2/10 on Dramface.

Exposed and laid bare, Ogilvie’s dwindling bottle collection is without a home, meaning he’s able to see and explore what would otherwise have been ignored, such as this Irish sleeper.

Surprised by tales of woe and predictions of whisky doom and gloom, Ogilvie harnesses positivity in the bottle chase, and immediately steps out and snags himself a banger of a dusty ‘99 Glen Garioch

After some surprise that there might exist a sweet-but-pleasing and reasonably priced Oban, Ogilvie is once more shocked into a Diageo embargo where the prices are - once more - jacked up.

A wiser-than-her-years daughter encourages Ogie to grab some whisky swag before heading to his new, state-controlled liquor, home. It proves fruitful as he bags himself a lesser-seen Kilchoman dusty.

On the hunt in a neighbouring state for some Springbank goodness, Ogilvie decides not to buy and switches to something completely different. I wonder if you can guess why?