DYC (Patreon)

So, in Spain, there's the brand of hooch. It's called DYC. It costs about 10€ a bottle, which isn't bad. It's also pronounced, colloquially, "deek," which to me, sounds like "diiick," which does tend to bring my 13-year-old boy sense of humor out from hiding. 

The closest thing I can compare it to is a particularly floral Lowland single malt with a slight stringent quality, albeit (spelled it right that time!!), but nothing unpalatable. There's a sweetness to it, which makes sense — if there's one particular kind of booze the Spaniards excel at it's brandy, though this stuff is certainly grain-based (and, as we all know, scotch is not called scotch unless it comes from Scotland).

I'd like to address something for a moment, if I may. I've never understood where the myth of "women don't like scotch" comes from. I happen to know a fine variety of XX carrying drunkards who love the stuff, myself included. 

Most people go for blends, which as far as I'm concerned, is the way God intended it. Why have Scotch from only on particular region represented, when you can have a master distiller take different flavors, nuances and accents, and craft them into something greater than the sum of their parts? That's diversity, that, in a bottle. That's 'Murica. That's fre'dum.

(Hey, I get homesick sometimes, and meaning can be found in the strangest of places.)

"Bring me your tipsy, your stumbling, Your drunken masses, yearning to drink free, The sloppy refuse of your teeming pub. Send these, the buzzing, empty-mugged, to me, I lift my bottle beside the golden door!" — Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus (first draft)