#glenfarclas

[maltmemorandum]

Armor 20 year old Bot.1980s.

Exquisitely beautiful old peat and grape flavor stuffed. Lovely farclas.

#Glenfarclas #Bewitching

[whiskyblog]

Glenfarclas Whisky Family Cask 2010/2021

Glenfarclas Distillery is a Scotch whisky distillery located in the heart of the Speyside region near Ballindalloch. The distillery was founded in 1836 by Robert Hay and has been family owned ever since.

The Glenfarclas Whisky Family Cask 2010/2021 is a limited edition bottling from the distillery. This bottling is part of the Family Cask series, which consists of individual casks selected by different members of the Glenfarclas family.

The whisky was distilled in 2010 and then matured in a single cask of sherry wood for 11 years. It was finally bottled in 2021, without chill filtration or added colouring.

Region : Highlands 60,4 % alc./vol. 0,7l not chill-filtered without colouring Type of cask : 1st Fill Sherry Butt Cask no. : 1504 Distilled : 31.05.2010 Bottled : 15.06.2021 Bottles : 622 Single cask bottling

Special Release, exclusive for Germany!

#Glenfarclas #Whisky #Bonn #WhiskyCloud #Germany

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"A Speyside Distillery" (Glenfarclas) 19 Year (2003) Cadenhead's Warehouse Tasting

Review by: The Muskox Here’s one that’s been kicking around my sample cabinet for a while – a Cadenhead’s “secret Speyside” bottling from a distillery that rhymes with “Mo Harkless”. Distillery: Glenfarclas. Bottler: Cadenhead’s. Region: Speyside. ABV: 54.7%. Cask strength. Age: 19 years. Distilled in 2003. Bottled in 2023. Cask type: Finished for 3 years in a Cognac butt. Price: N/A,…

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#Cadenhead&039;s #Glenfarclas #Independent Bottling #Rated 90-94 #Scotch #Scotch Review #Single Malt #Speyside #The Muskox #Whisky Review

[whiskymoro]

Glenfarclas 17 1988/2005 CA (57 %)

Cadenhead er en av få tappere som har lov til å skrive «Glenfarclas» på Glenfarclas-tapningene sine; denne ble destillert i 1988 og tappet i mai 2005 fra et bourbon hogshead. 288 flasker.

Nese: Vanilje, eiketre, aprikos, litt kamfer, hint av rabarbra og honning. Fruktig. Smak: Stikkelsbær, malt, vanilje, hint av appelsin og røde bær, noe trebitterhet. Fyldig. Avslutning: Stikkelsbær, litt mint, trebitterhet, vanilje. Med vann fikk jeg litt grønne epler og gress på nesen; smaken ble også noe «grønnere», samtidig mer malt og sødme. Avslutningen ble kortere og tørrere, med mer trebitterhet.

Helt ok, men litt vel tørr mot avslutningen kanskje. Den framstår noe skarp og småsur på nesen (jeg har skrevet «spyaktig» i margen i notatboka, men det virker noe overilt, skrevet som det ble den 21.1.2017) med vann, så her bør en være forsiktig med vanndråpene tross styrken. Det finnes mye bedre Farclas, men også langt verre.

Karakter: 86/100

(Takk til Stian!)

#whisky #skottland #single malt #speyside #glenfarclas #cadenhead #smaksnotat #anmeldelse

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Glenfarclas launches 50YO whisky — The Spirits Business

Family-owned distillery Glenfarclas has released a limited edition 50-year-old single malt Scotch to mark the 50th anniversary of its chairman, John Grant. Only 836 bottles of the 50-year-old Glenfarclas are available, priced at RRP £9,000 (US$11,116) each. Grant is both chairman and a fifth-generation family member, and started with the brand in 1974. He said:… Glenfarclas launches 50YO whisky —…

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#@spiritsbusiness #distillery #glenfarclas #Scotch #single malt #The Spirits Business #whisky

[lowbarproductions]

The Water of Life - Additonal Cask Evolution! That's right, we ACE'd the original cut of the film to create the new Extended Cut! We re-racked the whole thing and that helped it to take on new flavor notes (i.e. ten more minutes of previously unseen footage, including scenes on blending, Springbank, Glenfarclas and more). This cut isn't on any of the other streaming platforms or even on PBS. It's only on our site for rental or purchase. The film will be ready to watch at any time on your phone, tablet, or computer but ONLY on our own streaming platform, available at https://watch.wateroflifefilm.com. HINT: YOU CAN EVEN GIFT IT TO LOVED ONES! #wateroflifefilm 🎥🎬🥃🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🎁🎄 . . . . . #whisky #documentary #scotland #christmasgift #giftidea #extendedcut #springbank #glenfarclas #balblair #glasgow #bruichladdich #jimmcewan https://www.instagram.com/p/CmPjxFsp1at/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#wateroflifefilm #whisky #documentary #scotland #christmasgift #giftidea #extendedcut #springbank #glenfarclas #balblair #glasgow #bruichladdich #jimmcewan

[mytipsyturvy]

Today was a Glenfarclas day. And night. Been a while since Glenfarclas’ Ian McWilliam came aound these shores, no thanks to the pandemic. And yes, the 25YO is still a stunning whisky. Thanks @singleandavailablewhisky for the invite! #whisky #whiskey #scotch #singlemalt #glenfarclas #mytipsyturvy #tipsyturvywhisky (at Curious Kitchen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiIL_QgJWiM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#whisky #whiskey #scotch #singlemalt #glenfarclas #mytipsyturvy #tipsyturvywhisky

[cpahlow]

#Glenfarclas Distillery #Ballindalloch #Scotland #whiskey

[avictimofthejazz]

⏳ For Face ...

Face rolled his eyes at the group of younger men shoving and pushing their way around the bar. Comfortably into his thirties now, he enjoyed the smug confidence that came with viewing anyone, man or woman, under twenty-five as mere infants. The fact that he recognized the fraternity pin most of the men were sporting on their jacket lapels did little to change his assessment of their general character.

The last time he saw his own pin, he was giving it back to Lesl—Sister Teresa—and telling her to hang onto it. It seemed like the right thing to do. He had no more use for it, and he had always intended to give it to her anyways. The senior bartender mirrored Face’s expression as he walked over to check on the younger man’s barely diminished scotch and soda. “You’re the slowest drinker I ever met, Peck.” He used the younger man’s last name with a trace of fondness. “George, if I’m going to spend this much money on Glenfarclas, I intend to savor it.” Face glanced toward the fraternity boys before wryly adding, “I’ve outgrown buying the cheapest liquor I possibly can just to get drunk—or trying to impress the other guys by buying something I think is classy simply because it has an expensive price tag on it.” George snorted. “I was running this place before you knew how to tie your shoes, Peck. In fact, I remember you coming in with your fraternity a few times while you were in college.” The old man narrowed his eyes, “Weren’t you in this same one? You came in a few times with a pretty blonde too—you had a bad case of puppy eyes for her back then. What happened to her? I know I’m not on your regular date-spot list, so these days I only see you alone or with that brunette reporter you’ve been running around with. I haven’t seen the other one since before you went running off to ‘Nam.” “She became a nun.” “You’re joking.” “No,” Face laughed, the sound surprising him after spending so many years in torment over Leslie’s disappearance. “I’m not joking. She’s Sister Teresa now, and she’s working in an orphanage in Ecuador. She’s the one that has my fraternity pin—she tried to return it and I told her to hang onto it.”

George shook his head. “Does that higher calling have anything to do with why you vanished so abruptly back in 1969?”

“Everything, actually.” Face took another sip of his drink, savoring the complex flavors of the scotch before swallowing. “How do you remember anything about that though?”

“Oh,” George waved his hand, “Your fraternity brothers made fun of you for about six months. Every time they came in here, there were a lot of mock toasts to your service in Vietnam, and why you left the so-called Brotherhood. It was pretty pathetic, all said.”  

Face grimaced, glancing down at his glass for a minute before picking it up, and studying the amber liquid inside. “I’m not surprised. Most of those guys were pricks. Wouldn’t let a guy sleep, had a hell of a time getting space to do my homework unless I hid in the library, were always throwing wild parties—”

George cut him off with a casual wave of his hand, “If they annoyed you so much, why’d you waste time joining in the first place? Or did they present a better front to the new guys, until they suckered you in?”

“I had a rough idea what I was getting into,” Face admitted quietly, glancing at the younger men again. “But I wanted the social clout that came with being part of that fraternity. I picked it out very carefully, and spent a good deal of time smoothing my way into joining their selective ranks.” Spotting the disbelieving look George leveled on him, Face made a vague gesture.

“Come on, I came from the orphanage, and I got in on a mathematics scholarship to study accounting. Sure, I played football in high school, but so did half the guys there. It didn’t mean anything once I hit UCLA. When the tools I had, I wasn’t exactly lining myself up for a dazzling social life in college unless I made connections. I didn’t have to like the guys. I just had to tolerate them long enough to reap the benefits of their connections, and pretend I was like them.”

George shook his head, “I guess you didn’t shed too many tears when you left then?”

“Not for the fraternity at any rate.” “Then if you had been able to finish your degree, you wouldn’t have gone back and re-joined?” “Of course not!” Face announced disdainfully. “They’d have never let Murdock around, deciding he was too much of a weirdo… and I really cannot stay anywhere for long that won’t allow Murdock past the front door. Someone’s got to sit up with him, and watch late night monster movies about aliens that look like shag rugs.” George grinned, “Besides, Murdock’s better company than those yuppies there. Maybe not as well-connected…” “I wouldn’t say that.” Face tilted his head, “I’ve met a lot of VA nurses through him—and as long as they’re not the night nurses, it’s generally safe.” George snorted, raising his hand to acknowledge a call for more service from the fraternity. “Those are the connections that matter, Peck. A good date’s a lot more fun than running around with a bunch of rich, spoiled brats. A good wife’s even better.” Face winced faintly, a forlorn glint slipping into his eyes before sliding out again. “Let me get my legal issues sorted out. Then I’ll worry about a wife.” “I’ll bet you end up with that brunette you keep bringing in here. Take it from an old man—I’ve always looked at my Helen the way you look at her.” George took off to answer the repeated call for service before Face, properly flabbergasted by the older man’s statement, could get his voice back and craft an answer. Taking another sip of his scotch, Face shook his head and rolled his eyes. Time to find a quieter corner to finish his drink, before the fraternity kids spread out too far, or George decided to make more harebrained predictions.

#Muse: Templeton 'Faceman' Peck #Hints of Face/Amy #and hints of Face & Murdock broship #Since you're not an RP partner #you get a short story clip XD #Glenfarclas is a type of Scottish scotch whiskey #I hope you enjoy #Thanks!

[qkawine]

Trong cộng đồng yêu thích rượu Whisky, cuộc tranh luận về chai rượu nào là ngon nhất luôn là một chủ đề hot và được bàn luận sôi nổi. Trong số các loại Whisky nổi tiếng, Glenfarclas 12 và Balvenie 12 đã thu hút sự chú ý bởi chất lượng độc đáo và hương vị quyến rũ của mình. Hãy cùng QKAWine khám phá sâu hơn về hai chai này, để hiểu rõ hơn về những sắc thái và đặc điểm độc đáo làm nên sự đặc biệt của Glenfarclas 12 và Balvenie 12, từ đó giúp bạn có cái nhìn rõ ràng hơn khi lựa chọn dựa trên sở thích và khẩu vị cá nhân.

#qkawine #Glenfarclas vàBalvenie12whiskynàongonhơn

[maltmemorandum]

Glen Avon 25 year old Bot.1980s.

Slightly off flavor arises though, reasonably mellow old sherry flavor of Glenfarclas.

#Glenfarclas #Bewitching

[seumascowan]

I do not celebrate 4 July; it’s one of me least favorite holidays to be honest. I do, however, toast 3 July — when the 4th falls on a weekday!

Pro tip: rub a lil single malt into your beard or face; the ladies* love it!

*i’ve not found them yet, but rest assured i am right on this fact.

#holiday #scotch #whisky #glenfarclas 12 #single malt #pro tip #3 july #4th of july

[whiskyblog]

Glenfarclas Whisky Family Cask 1985/2022

The Glenfarclas Whisky Family Cask 1985/2022 is an exquisite bottling from one of Scotland's most renowned distilleries. Glenfarclas, an independent distillery in the Speyside region, is known for its high-quality single malt whiskies, which often have a rich history and depth of flavour.

41.9% alc./vol. Cask type : Refill Sherry Butt Cask no. : 2602 Distilled : 1985 Bottled : 26.07.2022 Bottles : 266 Single cask bottling

#Glenfarclas #Whisky #Bonn #WhiskyCloud #Germany

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Glenfarclas 15 Year (2003) Cask 1963 "The Family Casks"

Review by: Whiskery Turnip Distillery: Glenfarclas. Bottler: Distillery. Region: Scotland/Speyside Single Malt. ABV: 58.3%. Cask Strength. Age: 15 Years. Distilled in 2003. Bottled on 6 Dec. 2019. Cask type: Fourth Fill Sherry Butt. Nose: White chocolate and dried fruits; hints of thick, creamy yogurt, orange, and coffee; woodsy baking spices, white chocolate-covered berries; subtle herbal…

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#Distillery Bottling #Glenfarclas #Rated 85-89 #Scotch #Scotch Review #Speyside #Whiskery Turnip #Whisky Review

[xtra7s]

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 ──── 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Leighton decides to go to a party with her roommates after coming out to them, and decides to test her luck with a girl by the bar.

Content: Leighton Murray x gn!reader, fingering, thigh riding, alcohol, Leighton def kept her heels on

Word Count: 1.9k

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Leighton Murray nervously adjusted her dress as she entered the lively frat party with her roommates, the pulsating music and laughter echoing through the air. Being a closeted lesbian in college had its challenges, but tonight, Leighton decided to step out of her comfort zone. She had just come out to her roommates, and the energy in the room was contagious. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could find a connection that would make her college experience a little less complicated.

As she navigated through the crowd, Leighton spotted a figure standing near the makeshift bar, seemingly observing the chaotic dance floor. Y/N, with a welcoming smile, caught Leighton's eye. Y/N's presence was magnetic, and Leighton felt a flutter in her chest.

Leighton took a deep breath, determined to embrace the spontaneity of the night. She approached Y/N with a false confident smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey, I'm Leighton," she greeted, grabbing a cup while trying to sound casual despite her nerves.

Y/N turned to face her, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared connection. "Hey, Leighton. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, I'd offer you a drink but you don't look like the type of girl to drink shitty liquor." they replied, a grin playing on their lips as their eyes travel down Leighton's body.

"Can't be too picky in college. Although I do prefer Glenfarclas, I'll take what I can get." Leighton replied with a matching grin, widening it as she watched the look of confusion on Y/N's face.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between the two. Leighton discovered that Y/N loved indie music and had a passion for photography. As they laughed and chatted, Leighton couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Y/N.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere became more electric, and the decision to venture onto the dance floor was inevitable. Y/N, sensing Leighton's hesitation, gently took her hand, pulling her into the pulsating crowd. The colorful lights illuminated their faces as they danced, the music creating a rhythmic backdrop to their growing connection.

In the midst of the chaos, Leighton found solace in the shared laughter and subtle touches. Y/N's hand in hers felt comforting, and the chemistry between them became undeniable. Leighton realized that this unexpected connection was a breath of fresh air, a chance to be herself without the weight of secrecy.

But then came the looks, the amount of men staring at them, it made Leighton's skin crawl.

Leighton pulled them away from the dance floor, seeking a quieter spot to catch her breath. Leighton's heart raced as she looked into Y/N's eyes, feeling a magnetic pull. Y/N, smiling at Leighton's vulnerability, reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Leighton hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like the world around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that quiet corner of the frat party. For Leighton, it was a liberating moment, a step towards embracing her true self.

Y/N smiled, their eyes reflecting understanding and acceptance. "I'm glad I met you tonight, Leighton," they whispered.

Leighton and Y/N, lost in the magnetic pull between them, continued their passionate kiss. The sounds of the party faded into the background as they embraced the warmth and intensity of the moment. Y/N's hands grasped Leighton's waist, their fingertips tracing the contour of her skin.

Leighton's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The taste of Y/N's lips was intoxicating, and she found herself surrendering to the euphoria of the connection they were building. Y/N's other hand found its way to the small of Leighton's back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together in an electrifying dance.

The world around them seemed to disappear as they explored the depth of their desire. Leighton's hands rested on Y/N's shoulders, fingers lightly running through the strands of their hair. The air between them crackled with newfound energy, and the quiet corner they had found became an intimate sanctuary.

As they broke the kiss, Leighton's breath caught, and her eyes locked onto Y/N's. A shared understanding passed between them — a recognition of something special unfolding. Y/N's gaze held a mix of tenderness and desire, encouraging Leighton to let go of the inhibitions that had held her back.

Y/N's fingers traced gentle patterns along Leighton's spine, sending shivers down her body.

"You wanna head back to my dorm?" Leighton asked with a sly smile, Y/Ns face matching hers as they nodded.

___

The night air was crisp as Leighton and Y/N left the vibrant energy of the frat party behind. They walked hand in hand across the campus, the quietness providing a welcome contrast to the lively chaos they had just experienced. The journey to Leighton's dorm was filled with shared laughter and stolen glances, the connection between them growing stronger with each step.

Upon reaching Leighton's dorm, the anticipation hung in the air. The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated their faces as Leighton fumbled with her keys, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She unlocks her dorm door with a giggle, her mood slightly affected by the alcohol she drank previously. She turned to Y/N, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.

Y/N's hand cupped Leighton's cheek, their touch sending a comforting wave through her. "Thank you for tonight," Y/N whispered, their breath hot against Leighton's face.

Leighton smiled, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her gaze. "No, thank you," she replied, feeling a warmth spreading within her.

As they entered Leighton's dorm, the door clicking shut behind them, the atmosphere changed. The space became an intimate cocoon where the outside world ceased to matter. Leighton turned to face Y/N, their eyes meeting in silent agreement. In that moment, the unspoken connection reached a new level of intimacy.

Without a word, Y/N gently tilted Leighton's chin upward, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss. It was a continuation of the magnetic energy that had drawn them together throughout the night. Leighton's heart raced as the kiss deepened, the warmth and reassurance of Y/N's touch melting away any lingering reservations.

Y/N pulled Leighton's body backward, dropping to sit on the couch without breaking the kiss with Leighton.

They broke the kiss, a shared smile passing between them. The air was charged with anticipation as Y/N whispered, "Is this okay?", bringing their hands up to tug gently on Leighton's dress.

their bodies were already responding to each other's touch, and Leighton nodded as she leaned closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues tangled together hungrily, exploring each other's mouths as if they had been waiting for this moment forever. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, caressing and groping with equal intensity. Leighton's dress came off first, revealing her thick thighs and breasts, her nipples erect from the cold weather. Y/N followed suit, pulling off their clothing to match Leighton's naked body.

Y/N pulled Leighton down onto their lap, her straddling one of Y/N's thighs. She kisses them gently, leading her kisses down Y/Ns neck as she grinds her wet folds against their thigh.

Y/N holds onto Leighton's hips tightly, their nails digging into her skin. Leighton reached between them, her fingers finding Y/N's sensitive spot and massaging it vigorously. "That feels so good," Y/N moaned, their voice hoarse with desire as they helped Leighton reach her orgasm on their thigh.

"I know," Leighton panted back, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "Tell me you want more."

"I do... I need more Leight," Y/N confessed, their hips bucking wildly, Leighton pushing a finger inside of Y/N. The couch creaked under their combined weight as they rode each other harder and faster, sweat covering both of their bodies in a sticky film.

Their breasts hit against each other's, nipples rubbing against nipples in sync with their rhythmic movements. Their moans muffled against each other's necks and shoulders, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Leighton's fingers continued to tease Y/N's G-spot relentlessly, pushing them closer to releasing.

Y/N's hands grabbed onto Leighton's ass, squeezing them firmly before slapping them lightly. The stinging followed by the coolness of the air on her bare bottom made Leighton moan even louder, getting closer as she kissed and bit Y/Ns neck.

Leighton's own orgasm was building rapidly, her humping Y/N's thigh hastily. "I'm... I'm close," she whimpered, her voice strained with pleasure.

"Me too," Y/N panted back, their hips picking up the pace, helping Leighton ride them and Leighton's fingers going deeper inside of Y/N. The combined sounds of their heavy breathing and moans reverberated throughout the room, creating a sensual symphony that heightened their arousal even further.

With their hips buckling one more time, Y/N cried out, their body tensing up as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over them. Their climax seemed to last forever, their body shaking as Leighton helped her ride out the high. When it finally subsided, both girls were panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and fluids.

Collapsing onto the couch, they stayed intertwined for several minutes, catching their breath and savoring the post-coital bliss. Their hearts were racing wildly in sync, their breathing gradually returning to normal.

Leighton's dorm room felt like a haven of intimacy as she and Y/N laid there, their fingers entwined. The soft glow of a lamp cast a warm light across the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. With unspoken understanding, Leighton gestured towards her room, an invitation in her eyes.

"Would you like to stay?" Leighton asked, her voice a gentle whisper that hung in the air.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on their lips. "I'd love to."

They moved towards the bedroom, the tension in the room shifting from the excitement of the night to a quieter, more tender energy. Leighton opened the door and sat on her bed, pulling back the covers, to reveal the inviting space where their connection would deepen.

As they settled into the bed, Leighton couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Y/N mirrored her emotions, their eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability. The unspoken understanding between them was a comforting presence, allowing Leighton to be herself without the weight of pretense.

Y/N lay down beside Leighton, the soft comforter enveloping them. The warmth of the room and the lingering connection from the night created a sense of serenity. Leighton turned towards Y/N, their eyes meeting in the dim light.

Without a word, they leaned in, sharing a gentle kiss that conveyed a depth of emotion words couldn't capture. It was a tender acknowledgment of the connection they had discovered, and a promise of the intimacy that would unfold as they navigated this newfound chapter together.

As they settled into each other's arms, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the quiet whispers of the night. Leighton closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't known before. Y/N's presence beside her brought comfort and acceptance, creating a safe space where Leighton could let go of the walls she had built around her heart.

In the embrace of the bed, they fell asleep quickly with their limbs entwined. The night became a canvas for a shared journey, a journey that went beyond the confines of a college dorm room. As sleep embraced them, Leighton and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, the promise of a new day and a deeper connection awaiting them when the morning sun kissed the horizon.

#leighton murray x reader #leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls #renee rapp x reader #renee rapp #mean girls #regina george x reader #regina george #help I’m gay #wlw #lesbian #lgbtq

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GLENFARCLAS LAUNCHES NEW LIMITED EDITION 50 YEAR OLD — The Whisky Business

GLENFARCLAS LAUNCHES NEW LIMITED EDITION 50 YEAR OLD — The Whisky Business

The Glenfarclas Distillery, has today announced the launch of a new limited-edition 50 Year Old bottling, to commemorate the 50th anniversary of family member and chairman, John Grant first starting in the industry.Glenfarclas 50 Year Old (50% ABV) is a single malt Scotch whisky, which was selected for bottling by Distillery Manager, Callum Fraser and… GLENFARCLAS LAUNCHES NEW LIMITED EDITION 50…

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#distillery #glenfarclas #Scotch #single malt #The Whisky Business #whisky