#whisky advent calendar

[thealanwrightblog]

Merry Christmas.

Look what Sheila got me! It’s a single malt whisky advent calendar!

Can’t honestly say it’s what I’ve always wanted but what a cracking present.

I’m temped to keep it until 1st December next year and use it the way it was intended.

There are some excellent whiskies, most of which I have never tasted.

[topher1kenobe]

Today’s advent calendar whisky.

[zeldaelmo]

Beta read by the amazing @bahbahhh and @itcantbe! Thought I try to update on a Saturday instead of Sunday when everyone else does. Very, very excited for the next chapter but due to the advent calendar fic, I'll probably post it in January. Or end of the month if we're super quick with editing, but I don't think so. It's a lot work to do... Anyway, enjoy!

The Promise, chapter 10

Link blinked behind his deck of cards, trying repeatedly to moisten his eyes, dry and burning from exhaustion and misery. His swollen eye ached, not appreciating the simple gesture.

He liked playing cards. Usually. Adel had dragged him and two cousins into a round of whist as soon as they met up again with the ladies in the drawing room.

At least the atmosphere was much looser than it had been during the dinner since the men didn’t have to watch their manners without the ladies close by. Postures were more relaxed, the glasses full of brandy and whisky instead of wine, and the jokes were a lot dirtier.

[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 22- Eddie’s mischief

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 5:

["Someone spiked the eggnog!"]

Eddie x gn!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈ 0.7K

December 23rd, 1986

You decided to host a small Christmas party with your friends before celebrating it with Eddie and his uncle tomorrow. Eddie is still recovering from his would, but he decided to sit on your kitchen counter while you’re making eggnogs.

You start by mixing egg yolk and sugar together in a bowl. Then you turn to put cream, milk, salt, and nutmeg in a saucepan. While your back is turned, Eddie spikes the eggnog with a bit of Whisky that is in his flask. Eddie finds that not spiked eggnog is bland. You stir the mixture and once it simmered, you start adding the hot mixture to the egg one, not noticing Eddie spiked it. Then, you add the entire mixture into the saucepan and whisk it for a minute before removing it from the heat and adding the vanilla. Once all of this is done, you put it in the fridge.

Then Eddie and you go get ready, and Eddie voluntarily omits to tell you that he spiked it. All your friends arrive, and you eat snacks as well as some tarts that you made. You all have a good time together, the older from the group drink some beer and the kids drink fruit juice and sodas. You all talk about everything except the traumatic events that you experienced in the Upside Down. You stay close to Eddie all night, not to keep an eye on him but more because since you’ve almost lost him, you want to spend every waking moments with him. When it is time for you to serve the eggnog, you kiss Eddie on the cheek and as every time you part you tell him.

“I’ll be right back” right before kissing him on the cheek.

You go into the kitchen and serve each eggnog in a small cups adding whipped cream, extra dash of cinnamon and nutmeg on top of each cups. You put all of them on a tray and bring them in the living room, putting them on the living room table.

As everyone is engaged in conversations, no one notices you brought the eggnogs. You’re also the shy kind of person and even though you feel comfortable around your friends you don’t dare to cut them off in their conversation to say you brought the eggnogs, so you let them here, sitting on the table and join Eddie, intertwining your fingers with him.

Eddie kisses your cheek while having a heated conversation about DnD with Dustin and Mike. You really love this protecting and loving side of Eddie. Even if he often teases the kids, you know how much he loves them. You listen to the conversation and admire your boyfriend’s caring side. At some point, Eddie notices the eggnog sitting there. He discretely smirks before turning to you and whispering in your ear “Why didn’t you tell us you brought your delicious eggnogs?”

“Didn’t want to bother anyone with that” you shrug. “It can wait.”

Eddie cups his hands around his mouth and starts screaming. “My beautiful partner’s eggnogs are on the living room table!” he announces to everyone.

Everyone except you runs to the table and grab a cup. Steve is the first one to eat the eggnog and you see him snatching Dustin’s cup from his hands and making a weird face.

“Who spiked the eggnog?!” he asks, pissed.

You glare at Eddie.

Eddie raises his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just better when spiked.”

Steve takes the cups from each kid’s hands and you look at Eddie disappointed.

Eddie goes to you and kisses the crown of your head. “I’m sorry baby…” Eddie says

You pout. “Now the kids can’t even taste my eggnogs.”

“If it can make you feel better, despite the Whisky, they are really good.” Steve says, looking at you apologetically.

Later this evening, once everyone left, Eddie laid you on the bed and decided to make it up to you by worshiping your body and making you feel better than you ever did in your entire life. Even in recovery, Eddie knows how to make you and your body feel loved and worshipped.

[twostepstyless]

His Favourite Princess

Fic Advent Calendar Day 9

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Author’s Note: Y/N and Harry go for the last of their Christmas shopping. The list of what they have left to buy isn’t too long but they both get swept up buying kids toys and separately they both begin to imagine life buying toys for their own. An ignorant staff member annoys Y/N just a little bit.

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of any variety is encouraged and always appreciated - G x

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“What’s left on the list?” Harry pulled the car out of the driveway as they made their way on last minute Christmas shopping trip. “I need to get whisky for my Dad, some sweets to go in with m’mum’s and brothers and his girlfriends, we need to get some bits for your mum’s cats, I’ve ordered your gift for your secret Santa with your cousins that should come any day now. Oh, I’ve not got anything for Natalie’s little one yet, he’s really into princesses and animals and anything that sparkles right now. She texted me a picture the other day and he was sat at his little table colouring princess pictures and had tried to stick some glitter on it and had more down him,” Y/N giggled at her best friend’s child in the photo before turning the phone so Harry could see it as they were stopped at a red light.

Harry hummed out a laugh, “he’s so cute,” he cooed before shifting into gear to drive on. 

“He misses you,” Y/N said, tucking her phone away, “said on the phone the other day that Uncle Harry is the best at playing with him, which I beg to differ but still.” 

“Are we not seeing them this year?” Harry mused.

“No,” Y/N mourned, “they couldn’t squeeze in a trip and all the dates we could’ve went to them, they’re busy,” Y/N was gutted she wasn’t seeing her best friend and godson before Christmas, she guesses she’ll just need to post their gifts to them this year. 

“Hm, that’s a shame, we’ll make time in January and go visit, yeah?” Harry reached over to rub her thigh and squeeze her knee in comfort. 

“Really?” 

“Of course, can’t let some other schmuck come in and steal the best play date role,” Harry joked.

“Shit, we need to get something for Ernie from the corner shop too,” Y/N smacked her forehead before reaching for her phone to add it onto her list. 

“No, we don’t,” Harry piped up, slowing the car down as they entered a roundabout. 

“Huh?” 

“I’ve already got Ernie covered, sorted it while I was away.” Harry said, proud of himself for ticking off something on Y/N’s list before it was even on her list. Her eyebrow quirked, a signal for him to explain. “Met this guy when I was away, one of those friends of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a brother of a daughter type situations. Who happened to be a whisky collector, got some malt aged bottle of something from somewhere in Scotland that I’ve heard him mention, probably worth a bit of money but I’d rather he just drank it and enjoyed it. It’s in a box on my side of the walk-in wardrobe. M’surprised you didn’t notice it,” Harry finished. 

“Considering some of your dirty washing is still piled up on your side, m’not surprised at all I didn’t see it,” Y/N teased as Harry pulled into a spot in the car park closest to the shopping area. 

*** 

“Okay, chocolate - tick,” she handed Harry the ridiculously large bag from Hotel Chocolat, “enough cat nip to take down a lion and enough treats to feed every cat in the world 3 times over - sorted,” a large Pets at Home bag was passed to Harry. Granted there was also some extra gifts for their overgrown puppy Vinnie in the bag too. “And you ordered a bottle for m’Dad, yeah?” she double checked.

“I did, I got a bottle of Johnnie Walk-” Harry began. 

“H, baby, is telling me what kind of whisky y’got going to mean anything to me? No, so let’s not bother,” she laughed.

“Fair,” Harry adjusted all the bags he carried. “So… toy shop now?” Harry tried his hardest to hide his excitement, but he really was fizzing over with the idea of getting to pick some toys out. 

“Toy shop,” she nodded. 

*** 

“Fuckin’ hell, bit busy in here innit?” Harry said as they were suddenly surrounded by stressed out adults with trollies piled high as overly cheery Christmas music blasted at an almost deafening level probably doing the opposite of the desired effect of retail therapy music. With everyone seemingly want to be in the large store for the least amount of time as they possibly could

“It’s two and a half weeks until Christmas, lovie, of course it is,” she clutched his hand in hers, scared he was going to get distracted and wander off. If she could put one of those backpacks with the leash attached you put on toddlers with a proclivity for an escaping act, she absolutely would. 

They made haste for the aisle that had the pink, sparkly shelf edging and header cards. “How many bloody princesses are there nowadays?” Harry gaped, overwhelmed by the boxed dolls. 

“Loads, we should watch some of ‘em on Disney+” Y/N said, as she picked up a princess craft set and tucked it under her arm. 

“What about this one, look, y’get three dolls in it,” Harry pointed towards the box. 

“Nah, Snow White’s in it, she’s shit,” Y/N eyed the box, before picking up a three pack with Rapunzel, Mulan and Tiana and shoving that one under her arm instead. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Harry sounded affronted, “she’s got all her seven dwarf mates, hasn’t she?” 

“She’s boring Harry, and frankly an idiot, who eats an apple off a stranger? She got what was coming to her,” Y/N rolled her eyes walking further down the aisle as Harry laughed, picking up the Snow White box for their godson too. 

*** 

As they walked round the shop picking up bits and pieces, they both got lost in their own heads. Seeing various parents and guardians and extended family members walking round with their child’s letters to Santa, written in a wonky script with chunky multicoloured crayons. Maybe one day if their lucky the pair of them would be doing the exact same thing with their own children. Y/N could picture sitting at a table with a child the perfect mixture of her and Harry as they wrote their letter to the big man. She could also picture herself in one of these toy shops a few years down the line, trying to reign him in from buying one of everything for their babies, but knowing he would go home and order a few more bits online anyway. Harry could see it too, pushing their baby round in their pram, too young to realise what was going on anyway but seeing their little eyes widen at all the bright colours and shapes. Y/N getting annoyed at him when he kept putting extra gifts in the trolley when she wasn’t looking but managing to placate her when he explained he was just excited and thanked her for giving him his children and that was the best gift he could ever receive. She would love that line and Harry would know that and use it to his advantage when he needed. 

They would encourage their child to play with whatever toys they wanted, just like Y/N’s godson did, letting them enjoy whatever they wanted. Harry was in bliss in his little dream world in his head and didn’t even notice that Y/N had led him to the checkouts to pay for everything. 

“I’m sure the little girl in your life will love these,” the checkout operator scanned through everything as Y/N began to bag it up.

“Little boy,” Y/N said with an overly friendly smile as popped the box with Snow White in it into the bag. 

“Excuse me?” the person manning the till seemed confused. 

“It’s for our godson,” Harry piped up, with a firm tone in his voice, putting his card in the machine before Y/N could fight him on it. 

“Oh, well, well we have lots of action figures and cars on offer if you would like to see those,” the couple are sure the operator think they are being helpful, but it’s really not landing with the pair. 

“H, how do you feel about toy cars?” Y/N whipped round to Harry as he pushed his PIN in, he knew she was annoyed and angered by the member of staff’s ignorance.  

“Eh, they’re alright, what about you?” Harry asked playing along with Y/N’s game. 

“Love ‘em personally, what about the princesses?” she asked, knowing the staff member was listening in. 

“Well Snow White is my favourite, you?” he smirked, sliding his card back into his wallet, hearing the till begin to make a whirring noise as it prepared the receipt. 

“Not that fussed to be honest,” Y/N shrugged before turning to the operator, “have a nice day,” she smiled, maybe a tiny fraction of her being a little bit patronising. As Harry nodded to the staff member before lifting one of the carrier bags and exiting the shop. 

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[ninhaoma-ya]

24 days of Christmas: Advent calendar

PHOTOGRAPHY-toporowski/PIxabay

“That is not an advent calendar.”

“It has four and twenty different sections; it is one.”

“You philistine. A calendar is made of cardboard, not… whatever that is.”

“It is made of cardboard. Just because the cardboard happens to contain small presents doesn’t make it a non-calendar.”

“A real calendar is two pieces of cardboard, one with perforated flaps.” Nami slapped her hand down on her own calendar, a beautifully painted snowy scene with children sleighing down a snow-covered mountain, the spruces decked out in holiday finery and a ludicrous number of animals depicted in hats and scarves. “The cardboard below should only contain small paintings, or maybe a rhyme! Not- not different kinds of whiskies from the Blues.”

Law merely sighed as he opened the day’s doors, revealing a nice oak-aged single malt. “It’s funny how the ones who adopted the custom are the ones who keep most true to the original form, don’t you think?”

“I don’t care if the advent calendar came from the North Blue. We in the East are obviously better suited to tend traditions,” said Nami as she tenderly teased open the day’s flap, revealing a small mouse in a red cap.

“Might I remind you that you also have a den den-version, which is a far cry form traditional advent calendar. And I would really appreciate if you didn’t tune in to it quite so early in the morning.”

“That’s different! It’s traditional. Like the cardboard advent calendar,” Nami huffed as she placed her calendar back on it’s rightful spot on the wall, newly revealed picture bright and shiny.

“It might be traditional to listen to a show on the den den mushi, but I don’t want the tradition to start at the crack of dawn.”

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[1998rosebrier]

Casements Advent Calendar Day 13: Two today. Red Spot Pot Still Irish Whisky. 15 year. Bit hot for me. 7/10.

[wineworldnews]

Seven of the best alcohol advent calendars to buy in 2024

[designmiss]

Degustazioni di whisky in attesa dell'Avvento https://www.design-miss.com/whisky-advent-calendar/ Una tradizione accompagna i giorni dell’Avvento, un’usanza antica che profuma di dolci, di doni…e di whisky! In origine le finestrelle del calendario erano in verità semplici casette, contenenti veri della Bibbia, che […]

[peacehopeandrats]

Sounds like you have some wonderful advent traditions! By puzzles do you mean jigsaw puzzles? Cos I LOVE jigsaw puzzles! I've also found myself tempted by a whisky advent calendar before but never actually got one. And it's been years since I've played Lord of the Rings Online but the thought of collecting winter horses and doing jigs on peoples roofs may draw me back...

Just today I hopped on my reindeer and rode him up on someone's rooftop while waiting for the rest of my fellowship to complete their quests. Lol

And yes, I do mean jigsaws. I am a bit of an addict, I'm afraid.

[beyondthedram]

Glengoyne Black Friday whisky offers for 2022 are here

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[prairiescotch]

I mentioned the Peat Monster yesterday, and I suppose one may have taken away the impression that I don’t much care for it. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

The first time my confederates and I got our hands on a bottle we did not appreciate its charms. But we were all very new to the idea of appreciating whisky, so that shouldn’t be surprising. Over the years I became more accustomed to the idea of a smoky broth; a bottle of one of the earlier Port Charlotte’s by Bruichladdich after my first daughter of the same name was born was a real difference-maker, bringing a briney, fruity, elegant smokiness to my palate for the first time. The Laphroaig Quarter Cask challenged my expectations, and remains my favourite Laphroaig to this day. Bruichladdich’s Octomore series changed my world, with the 4.2 Comus bottling cementing itself as possibly my favourite whisky of all time. 

Since then I’ve had decades old Caol Ilas, Bowmores, and Taliskers. I’ve used Lagavulin and Benromach in tastings for friends to demonstrate the dichotomy that is “peat,” outlining in stark contrast the extremes of vegetal and ashy peat. I’ve sat in on “Monsters of Peat” tasting events and thought my taste buds may never recover. I’ve enjoyed several bottles of the Peat Monster itself, and have come to appreciate the tweaks in formation it has undergone over the years.

But I’ve only ever had one or two Ledaigs. 

So day four of the Kensington Wine Market advent brings its 10 year old offering to my shores. Ledaig is produced at the Tobermory distillery (ironically, Tobermory whisky is one of the unpeated malts that helped balance out the Peat Monster) on the Isle of Mull. Tobermory also produced one of my top five favourite scotches, which you can read more about here. 

This has a very approachable nose, which showcases the saltiness that seems to permeate Ledaig products. It’s a more iodine and ash style of peat, given some extra zip with a lemon zest backbone, a slight nuttiness, and some apple and vanilla sweetness. 

The salt and ashy/medicinal smoke carries over to the palate as well. With an oily body, lemony hard candy sweetness, warming smoke, slightly bitter spice, pepper and some vanilla each being teased out in waves, it’s a fairly complex and ever-changing taste. A bit tingly with the elevated 46.3 ABV, but I tend to enjoy that. It gives a dram a bit of extra charge. I don’t know if I realized how smoky it really was until I had finished my glass and curled my lip; it smelled like I’d been hanging out at a campfire!

All told, I don’t think I’d ever turn down a Ledaig or a Tobermory. If you’ve got one, invite me over, ya tight bastard!

[lextenou]

Whiskey Advent Calendar: The Only Reason I'm Not Playing Animal Crossing Pocket Camp is Because I Can't Remember My Nintendo ID Password

I gave Lords of the Fallen a try tonight. Visually nice, if cramped perspective. Definitely a good hack and slasher style. Everyone in it looks freaking massive. Like the size of the Mountain. I didn't play much of it, though. It was making VLC crash and I ain't giving up my Poirot marathon no matter how pretty the game is.

Tonight's sample is Bower Hill Reserve Rye. Prettily ambered in color, it definitely looks like its aged a bit in a charred barrel.

Deceptively delicate nose. Hint of floral underneath the caramel and woodsy notes. Bit of an alcoholic burn to it.

The top ten fandoms on Tumblr were announced. Of them, the only one I wasn't familiar with was the one for The Bangtan Boys, mainly 'cause I've never listened to them or gotten into them. Of the rest, three are fandoms I'm very familiar with: Supercorp, Sanvers and WayHaught. For the uninitiated, that is: Supergirl, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor; Supergirl, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer; Wynonna Earp, Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught. Curious that a show with so much discourse surrounding it should have two entries. Overwatch made an appearance, as did Yuri! on Ice. An interesting list.

Definitely nice to see three femslash ships show up on the list.

Sweet and caramel flavor, with a nice burn and clean aftertaste. It reminds me of a nice Coke, but alcoholic. That is a strange one. The burn is reminiscent of the effervescence of the carbonation.

A dash of water cuts the burn from the nose almost entirely, leaving a rich, almost cloying sweetness. It definitely opens it up and makes it taste more like Coke with the water. This is such a weird experience. My tongue doesn't know if its coming or going.

What is most curious with this whiskey is the lack of any information about the distillery. Its got a minor web presence and no actual stills? Its made in Kentucky but bottled in Ohio? 

Very tasty, regardless.

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[mydifferentinterests]

Johnnie Walker: 12 Days of Discovery - Whisky Advent Calendar

[alliterative-endlessknot]

‪Today’s #EndlessAdvent calendar treat is the etymology of WINTER and why that might make you want to have a sip of WHISKY!‬