#Blended Malt

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McNair's Lum Reek 21 Year (blind!)

Review by: The Muskox After picking out the distillery on the previous blind, my man who picked the whiskies said something to the effect of “if you guess #4, I’ll eat my pants”. Challenge accepted! Of course, I did not correctly guess what this was. It’s a blended malt – Billy Walker has set up this Lum Reek line of blended malts, based on his own stocks of Glenallachie. As per my blind…

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My son works part time at the local McDonald’s while he is pursuing his college degree. I think I may go to his McDonald’s while he is shift manager and do this to the staff.

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How Many Whisky Brands Are There Worldwide?

The world of whisky is vast and varied, with countless brands vying for the attention of connoisseurs and casual drinkers alike. This beloved spirit, with its rich history and diverse flavours, has seen a proliferation of brands over the years, each with its unique twist on the classic formula. But just how many whisky brands are there worldwide? – There are over 10,000 whisky brands…

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Forget anything bad I said about working at an ice cream shop. This is the easiest job I could ever ask for and I make like $40 in tips for each shift.

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How to Choose the Perfect Single Malt Whisky for Any Occasion

If any occasion is good to enjoy a good glass of whisky, you still need to know which one to choose to fully enjoy its aromas. Indeed, each ingredient and each distillation technique brings singularity to the drink. Buying whisky online from Prestige Whisky will allow you to discover selections from the four corners of the world. However, under the name of Scotch whisky, Japanese whisky, Irish whisky or American whisky, there are several varieties:

Single malt whisky, distilled only from malted barley. Again, distinguish between unpeated single malt with its roundness in the mouth and peated single malt  with its smoky notes.

Blended whisky, which results from a combination of several cereals or several single malts. It is characterized by its rich aromatic palette and its spicy flavor.

Bourbon, which only comes from the United States and is mainly produced from the distillation of corn. Unlike other

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GSN Review: Wolves Lot One Blended Single Malt

Wolves, the luxury whiskey brand founded by James Bond (Undefeated) and Jon Buscemi (Buscemi, Greats, Truff, Oliver Peoples), announces that its first-ever American Single Malt whiskeys, “Lot One” under the brand’s Malted Barley Series banner, will drop Thursday, April 6. The definition of American Single Malt whiskey has long been a moving target. In 2022, however, the Tax & Trade Bureau (TTB)…

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BUCHANANS MALTS EDITION La diferencia de este Whisky Buchanan’s Malts Edition es que está compuesto únicamente de single malts añejados al menos durante 15 años, de los cuales eligen los mejores para ser parte de la familia Buchanan’s. Pídelo al WhatsApp 7024 2868 . . . #whisky #whiskylover #whiskygram #singlemalt #singlemaltwhisky #singlemaltscotch #blendedwhisky #scotchwhısky #scotch #blended #licoresyvinoscostarica #licoresyvinoscr #costarica #licores #liquor #liqueur #buchanans #malt (en Costa Rica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnXEkcju3yi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Highland Fusilier 21 Year (bottled 1978) Gordon & MacPhail

Review by: INSERT NAME HERE This is a 21-year-old blended malt from Gordon & MacPhail bottled in 1978, meaning that the components must date from 1957 or earlier! That’s exciting enough for me, but even more enticing is the fact that this bottling is said to contain significant proportions of 1950s Macallan. Distillery: Various, likely including Macallan, Glenfarclas, Strathisla… Bottler:…

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✧∘* ✧･ﾟgainer shake recipes✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

i think i've officially gone off the deep end. i was looking up protein shake recipes on Pinterest (mainly looking up how to flavor them without adding a lot of extra calories) and i saw SO MANY mass gainer shake recipes. like 1000-2000 calorie monstrosities, filled with peanut butter, whey protein, BACON, heavy cream, etc. and all i could think of was how hot it'd be to make one of those crazy shakes for a gymbro/gainer bf

honestly, i'm not really into sneaking heavy calories into someone's food (i.e. putting oil in their coffee or heavy cream in their drinks), so a guy letting me go buck-wild in the kitchen and then watching him drink the whole thing consensually would be mmmmmm. just shows how much of a glutton he is :0

anyway, here's some recipes i've gathered from my travels. i hope you enjoy!

PBB Shake (Peanut Butter Bacon)

-Whole Milk (293 cal) or Heavy Cream (1645 cal), 16 ounces -Peanut Butter (282 cal), 3 tablespoons -Cooked Bacon (92 cal), 2 strips -Peanut Butter Mass Gainer Powder (630 cal), 1 scoop (I recommend this brand but any high cal powder is fine!

Directions: Blend as much as possible to break up cooked bacon! Stats: 1297 cal for Whole Milk / 2649 cal for Heavy Cream

Chocolate Malt Shake

-Whole Milk (219 cal), 12 ounces -Heavy Cream (205 cal), 2 ounces -Hershey's Whoppers (100 cal), 10 pieces -Melted Dark Chocolate (170 cal), 1 ounce -Chocolate Mass Gainer Powder (1280 cal), 2 scoops (I recommend this bad boy)

Stats: 1974 cal (can be adjusted with Heavy Cream)

Strawberry Cheesecake Shake -Strawberries (49 cal), 1 cup -Heavy Cream (821 cal), 1 cup -Vanilla Ice Cream (548 cal), 2 cups -Vanilla Mass Gainer Powder (1280 cal), 2 scoops (I recommend this guy right here)

Stats: 2698 cal (can be thinned with more Whole Milk)

lmk what you think, and if i should think up some more. i love feeding my pigs! <3

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The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader)

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Word Count: 1.6k

Summary:

The door shuts behind the green-dressed lady who immediately presses her back to it. She looks over at her friend with a devilish expression, her perfectly white teeth shining in the moonlight as they come out to bite her lower lip. It’s enticing, almost seductive, and you take one look at the purple-dressed woman to see that it’s working. Without a second to waste, she grabs her friend by the jaw and–

Oh.

Friends don’t do that.

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Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8

“A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin’ but cups of tea.”

You take a long sip of your beer, smiling widely at the eccentric singing man atop the table.

“Along came a man by the name of,” he pauses, gesturing for everyone to sing the name “Charlie Mops,” along, as do you eagerly so, “and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops,” he laughs as he hops down dramatically, taking the spare space next to you.

The sound of everyone in the inn banging their fists against their tables worked as drums to accompany the man playing the fiddle in the back.

“He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king, and to his praises, we shall always sing,” he yells out the command, throwing his hands in the air as he jumps back onto the table, “Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer, tiddly beer beer beer."

Your gaze drifts across to the singing crowd, observing with a content smile: a group of men dressed in brown trousers and yellow smoke-stained shirts, their vests doing nothing to hide the tells of unwashed clothing; young boys with chimney smoke staining their cheeks, faces hardened by early labour; grey women in longer drapes, some cheering along to the music, some scrunching their faces up in jealousy as they glance over the younger birds that flaunt their youth with tight-waisted corsets in shades of pink and beige.

And you?

You fit in. Or try to, anyway. Being somewhat of a chameleon has proved to be vital to your survival over the years. It’s dangerous to stand out, to look different, be different to the people around you. Everyone holds their community close to their heart, protective over the people they call family; you would never want to seem like a threat to them, not more than you’ve already been branded as by your own.

You wouldn’t call them your family. You can’t, not after your coven banished you for the simplest of things, a need so innately human, you think. But arguing with the ignorant disturbs nothing but your peace, so you’ve learnt through your struggles that backing down, packing your belongings and being on your way to the next adventure is the safest thing to do. For your survival. Every decision you make since you exist has to be for your survival.

The singing man jumps down again after walking up and down the rectangle table, the beer heavy on his breath, “A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick,” you smile and nod along, lifting your pint in silent cheers, doing your best to ignore the breadcrumbs littering his overgrown beard, “40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. It’s only eight pence ha'penny and one and six in tax, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5!”

When he yells ‘Everybody!’ you blend in and sing along as loud as you can, but quiet enough to not seem obnoxious, especially for your gender which can be dangerous in this environment.

“He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises, we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer, tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!”

Joining along with the loud cheers, not a hair looks out of place. This is probably the best community you’ve stumbled into yet, an easy blend, a cheap Inn, generous owners who give you discount after discount. You do clean their dishes on occasion when the public crowd filters out just past the second hour and all that is left are the regulars. Kindness goes a long way, you think.

“Ay, well done, lass, you have a magical voice!” The singing man bumps his shoulder to yours, loud and wide-eyed, clearly hiding nothing about his intentions as he looks down unabashedly, “Say, you could very well take my earnings,” he teases, clearly implying something rather vulgar about who he thinks she is.

“Oh, you flatter me, Sir, but your earnings are yours to keep,” you laugh along, attempting to politely shut him down. But he has had far too many pints and his patience has run thin.

The man places a hand to your arm, gripping a little too tight to simply be friendly though his smile remains wide and polite to the general onlooker. Before you can conjure up a quick sleeping spell – as you are powerful enough to protect yourself – he falls back with a dramatic screech. Your surprised eyes follow him, failing to hide a snort as his legs remain straight up in the air. He grips the back of his head as his eyes clench in pain.

This wasn’t just a fall though, you know it; you can feel it, taste it in the air. Magick. Not just any Magick, this feels different, addictive, impossibly powerful. Immediately, your head spins around to try to locate the person who did it, eyes finding none looking at you, rather everyone’s joined in on laughing at the singing man still rolling around on the floor.

“You’re done for the night!” The owner yells at him with a wide smile, showing off his yellow, crooked teeth. He drags the drunkard by the shoulders, helping him through the doors and up the stairs to his lodgings, but your eyes remain scanning the crowd. 

Rising to your feet, you nonchalantly make your way to the bar with your pint, sipping as you look past the three women huddled in the corner, their hairs falling in dramatic blonde curls, past the long-moustached men with top hats bigger than their own heads. You’re out of practice after running from witches for months, but you finally sense where the power is strongest. A pair of striking women stand just by the doors, one with warm brown eyes and the other with blues that carry the skies. They turn to you the moment your eyes lock to them, their expressions dark, humoured, curious. The brown-eyed one tilts her head slightly, the hints of a smirk forming at the corner of her lips.

“You alright, lass?” The owner suddenly appears with a heavy hand on your shoulder, startling you out of your narcotic stare. Giving him a tight smile and quick nod, you turn back to the entrance but find the women have disappeared, leaving no trace but the lingering taste of Magick.

That night you end up tossing and turning in your creaky wooden bed, wondering who they were, what they were doing there, and why they helped you. Was it for the simple amusement of putting a man in his place? Was it something more? A show of power, a warning to you that they’ve been watching? That they know of what you are? Could it possibly be witches from your mother’s coven, your past finally catching up to you?

All you knew was you had to get to the bottom of it.

It’s easy enough to continue your routine, despite the curiosity and paranoia gnawing at your thoughts. The dishes get washed every night with a small smile and phrases that slip off your tongue like clockwork. ‘Really, I love to help,’ and ‘Oh, I cannot accept this, please, allow me to at least give you my earnings from my trades,’ followed by, ‘Thank you, you two are far too kind to me.”

It’s surface, but you do enough for them not to ask questions about who you really are and where you really come from. All that matters is no trouble follows; that you cannot risk. 

But a fortnight later, while enjoying a pint with the innkeeper’s daughter, you feel it again. Forgetting yourself in the middle of the conversation, you turn your head to the doors like a magnet, unable to force yourself to look away. They’re not hiding a thing this time, both of them staring right at you with mirrored smirks. They’re dressed in green and purple gowns, darker shades that almost shimmer in the candlelight.

A throat clears. “Is everything all right?”

You turn back to the innkeeper’s daughter, catching her concerned brown eyes as she tucks an out-of-place black curl behind her ear. “Yes. Yes, no, I thought I caught a glimpse of somebody I knew. Must be my mind playing tricks on me.”

Reaching a hand over to rest on your arm as she leans close, “Or the beer,” she teases with a giggle, almost whispering bashfully as if drinking at her family’s Inn is a scandalous secret they share.

You let out a small giggle of your own before clearing your throat, excusing yourself for some fresh air. “The stench can be overwhelming,” you joke as you stand up.

“Of ale?”

“Of men.” 

You leave her bent over bursting out in laughter, finally able to push your way through the crowd. It’s easier to think without the clatter of cups and spoons, the howling and cheers of drunk men, the high-pitched giggles of flirty women. The moment you step outside, it all turns into a simple hum, a deep vibration that you can feel as you trail your hand over the wooden walls. 

The sound of the door bursting open disrupts your peaceful moment. Luckily you had trailed off far enough to hide around the side of the building, not wanting company at this moment. But you feel it again and have to peek over to catch them. The door shuts behind the green-dressed lady who immediately presses her back to it. She looks over at her friend with a devilish expression, her perfectly white teeth shining in the moonlight as they come out to bite her lower lip. It’s enticing, almost seductive, and you take one look at the purple-dressed woman to see that it’s working. Without a second to waste, she grabs her friend by the jaw and–

Oh.

Friends don’t do that.

You should have known the moment you saw them a fortnight ago. They share the desire that you hold, see each other the way all women should be seen. It’s in their shared heated gaze as they pull apart, a string of saliva connected their lips. It’s a look of power, of control, of independence and dependence at once. Before you even understand what you are doing, you circle your fingers over your open palm and cast a tracking spell, sparking a string of light only visible to you. 

They leave before anyone notices, and you follow.

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hope you guys enjoy this one! will be posting more, and there will be eventual smut :)

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Kinley Café Current Menu

The menu may change based on the season or special holiday. Text version with full menu and item descriptions can be found below the cut

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Drinks

🔥 "You Still Owe Me that Beer" Float  A deliciously tart and creamy root beer float made with quality craft beer and decadent French vanilla ice cream. This delightful treat comes with one turnout straw and one flight suit straw. 🔥 Fake Mouth Static Sparkling Tea  Extra fizzy kshhh butterfly tea ksshhh with honey, berries ksshhh and a helicopter ice cube 🔥 Cat 5 hurricane Cappuccino A rich and creamy cappuccino in a (possibly stolen) LAFD Helicopter themed mug.  🔥 “I took a guess” Mystery Coffee  Not like that. It’s definitely not what you want, but Buck tried his best and that’s all that matters. It's a random coffee with undisclosed, completely random ingredients, served in a green to-go coffee cup wrapped in a cardboard coffee cup sleeve, decorated all over with brown hearts and flames. 🔥“That Fire Was A Beast” thirst quencher  Hydrating strawberry dragon fruit, topped with whipped cream and soot colored chocolate drizzle. Served in a fire hydrant cup.

🔥 “You’re a vision” Birthday Cake Hot Chocolate A flirty and festive Belgian hot chocolate served in a red and blue cup, topped with a cloud of confetti whipped cream.

🔥 Buck’s Cozy Cup of Tea A nice, hot cup of black tea with lemon and honey. Each cup is wrapped securely with an (un)official LAFD crocheted cozy.

🔥 Harbor Station Pumpkin Spice Latte A mix of delicious traditional fall spices, topped with whipped cream and cinnamon. It’s served in a special Air Ops Winged Cup with a golden pumpkin stirrer.

🔥 Saturday Sparkling Cider A warm malted cider, with all the Saturday Night craft flavor, and none of the alcohol. Served at room temperature so it’s not too hot, and not too cold. It’s just what you’re ready for.

Desserts

🔥 118 Cream Donut Bavarian Cream Donuts with fire engine red strawberry frosting and ember sprinkles.

🔥 Flying Lessons Fudge Bon Bons Delicious fudge-filled bon bons molded with a headset and wrapped in a pilot jumpsuit colored wrapper.

🔥 Are We Still Talking About Cake? Layered Vanilla cake with Strawberries, buttercream icing and a candy LAFD logo. Go ahead and take it to your table. So you can eat it.

🔥 Open Channel Chocolate Muffin Chocolate muffins topped with cream cheese frosting and chocie talkies (chocolate walkie talkie shaped chips) 🔥“I’m An Ally” Cookie Bar Delicious copycat Italian cookie bars with bisexual flag layers. Made for any ally, or…more than an ally.

🔥 Date Night Cookie Pizza A delicious skillet cookie pizza topped with ice cream strawberries and. A perfect treat for your (hopefully) uninterrupted first date.

🔥 “Be With Your Man” Brown Sugar Mug Cake This warm and delicious brown sugar mug cake captures the ambiance of Buck and Tommy’s cozy dinner at home. The patterns on the cup are inspired by items from Buck’s dinner table.

🔥 Adorable Apple Pie Super sweet mini apple pies baked by Tommy as an ode to Buck and just how adorable he is. Each one is baked in a turnout tin and brushed with strawberry jam to resemble Buck’s birthmark.

🔥 Firefighter’s Flaming Candy Apple A sweet, sugar candy coated California grown Gala apple, decorated with a blazing flame.

Buck’s Happy Hour

🔥“I am free” This eye opener cocktail is a refreshing and invigorating beverage that features rich coffee with deep, malty notes of stout that lingers in your mouth, much like the sweet taste of a first kiss. It combines vodka, cold-brew coffee, coffee liqueur, stout beer, and a sweet brown-sugar syrup. Garnished with heart shaped mint.

🔥The 24 Hour Shift A highly caffeinated, creamy cocktail with sweet and smooth flavors, made to keep you going for hours. This cocktail is blended with nitro brew, bourbon, brown sugar, and half and half, topped with whipped cream and a cinnamon stick. 🔥Intermittent Showers This cocktail is excitement in a glass. A rush of sweet, smooth and fizz, made with cold-brew coffee, club soda, berry infused rum, simple syrup, topped with silver storm cloud whipped topping and a mini chocolate helicopter.

🔥The “Tommy, Actually” Made with craft beer and espresso to combine strong, bold coffee with the rich flavors of beer, featuring the unexpected sweetness of the heavy cream, coffee liqueur, and whipped topping. Topped with whipped cream and Edible gold Air Ops Pilot Wings.

Anytime Menu

🔥 The Q Word Have you been jinxed? Order one of these special to-go combos to help you get through the chaos ahead.

🔥 “Badass Coffee Mug” Ready to go up? Order this combo whenever you’re in the mood  for a Harbor Station tour from a hot pilot to put a smile on your face.

🔥 “I Need Mo Joe” Looking for a little comfort? Maybe a certain adorable  firefighter can whip up a firehouse family combo for you

Call Dispatch (send an ask) anytime you’re looking for a little pick-me-up and put in an order for one of these combos.