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[dramantedrinks]

How to nose a Whisky!

Hey and welcome to another blog post from Dramante, in this edition we take a closer look at how to nose a whisk(e)y.

Ahhh, nothing better than nosing a good whisk(e)y right? The Nose, or aroma, is the initial smell of the whisk(e)y and is where most of the flavour comes from. Most people are unsure of what is the right way to do this and whether they are picking out the right notes or not. Don’t worry, everyone’s senses are different and individual to them, so there is no right or wrong answer. Whether you are just a newbie, an occasional whisk(e)y drinker, or a connoisseur, we will have a look at how to nose a whisk(e)y the right way.

First things first – start off with a blank canvas. As humans we can get easily manipulated, so in this case, reading tasting notes beforehand that describe the whisky will make it difficult to think of our own nose notes. So, the first tip would be to stay away from this and to make it personal to you! 

Choosing your glass

The next important step is to choose the correct glass that helps to enhance the aroma of the whisk(e)y.

A Glencairn whisky glass which can be purchased from our website, this glass is the perfect start, its wide bowl and narrow rim means the aromas and flavours of the whisky are accurately delivered to the nose and palate or you can go one better with a Copita Glass - a true connoisseur’s way for nosing your whisk(e)y. 

Glencairn Glass                             Copita Glass

Once you have chosen your preferred glass, pour your dram and let it sit for a few seconds. Then with the glass in your hand, swirl the whisk(e)y around slowly ensuring the whisk(e)y stays high up in the glass. Then take a look at the tear drops developing on the inside of the glass. If they are long and slow then this is a good way to tell that the whisk(e)y will be high in alcohol strength and could be cask strength. In most instances the slower the drop, the better the liquid. 

Nosing the Whisk(e)y

Now the important part, nosing the whisk(e)y. Don’t put your nose straight into the glass, as your natural senses will be subdued by the high alcohol content. Raise the glass roughly to your bottom lip and breathe into your mouth first, then breathe out slowly through your nose. This will calmly introduce the fragrances of the whisk(e)y and not the overbearing alcohol content.

Start to think of what the aromas remind you of, could it be fresh baked bread, oranges, wood, whatever your senses are telling you is based on what experiences you’ve had over your lifetime. Again, there are no right or wrong answers here even if your notes are not the same as what the whisk(e)y has been described as, remember everyone’s nose is different and unless you’re the great Richard Paterson, also known as ‘the nose’ you probably won’t get all the flavours the first time.

Take your time, there is no rush when nosing whisk(e)y, the more time you have, the more it helps you identify new scents each time. Compare your notes with others and share experiences. 

There you have it, ‘practice makes perfect’ and in no time you‘ll become an expert when it comes to nosing whisk(e)y.

Slàinte Mhaith/Cheers!

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Slàinte Mhath!

[cable-salamder]

Going to a market today so idk if I can manage to finish art when I come home late, *however* as a treat in a little bit y’all get to hear me ramble about a book for far too much of a post (and see how much of a nerd I truly *truly* am)

[soryualeksi]

You will be missed so dearly.

It's like a hole has been torn into very structure of the station, and we're all just standing around it reeling from the shock.

It was good to cry with everyone. It was good to put up black ribbons. It will be good to say to curious outside voices, "We are in mourning, please do not badger us."

A man missing forever.

You had the brightest future ahead of you. You would have risen to be one of the greatest. You already were for us.

I will miss you dearly. We weren't personal friends, but we were colleagues, and I will forever cherish every minute I got to work with you. Your dry humour was the highlight of many a day. Your work ethics set an example I want to follow. You lived and breathed medicine, you were loyal, 100% dependable at all times, smart, diligent, literally wise beyond your years - what do you mean, I was a DECADE your senior?? Also the absolute funniest person around, no contest. Driest humour. Wittiest comments.

I wanted to listen to you talk more and I wanted to learn from you more. I can't believe I won't get to.

You were indispensable, and I think that hole in the structure will remain. We'll learn to live with it. With something being blown out in a blast. It's good to clear the rubble together, I think this helps.

I'm crying again.

Rest in peace.

[mikeyfuckinway]

i used to be t4t in a wishful thinking way and now im nb4nb in a i dont think im ever going to be attracted to a binary person ever again way

[agathario]

thinking if i lose this show i’m just gonna die probably

[seizeourdestiny]

Junk Sword Playthru

On my most recent NG+ playthru of XBDE, I decided, hey, why not set the appearance of Shulk's weapon to the Junk Sword?

Hilarity ensued.

The first cutscene affected by this change is when the party first encounters Metal Face.

Like with Dunban's weapon in the prologue of a NG+ in the original version of the game, a Monado light visual effect just gets slapped on the Junk Sword when the Monado is supposed to be active.

Yeah, support that blade of light with your hand!

Get impaled by the Junk Sword, idiot.

Shots that focus on the Monado just became really hilarious to me.

No, Otharon, no it wasn't.

Shulk, that's the sword's edge you're holding it by. Shulk, you're gonna cut yourself.

And then I found out other characters will hold the Junk Sword instead of the Monado.

To be fair to Alvis, his weapon IS just a palette-swap of the Junk Sword. Still funny to see though.

Shulk continues to pose dramantically... with the Junk Sword.

And then we come to Valak.

Oh Valak.

This is what had me vibrating with anticipation after the Alvis example.

It doesn't even properly rest on Mumkhar's shoulder lmao.

Good luck holding back Dunban with the Junk Sword, Shulk.

Oh no, the Junk Sword is being deactivated!

This was an unexpectedly funny shot. The Junk Sword is enough shorter than the Monado II that it just... sorta hovers above the ground here.

Um, Miqol, no, it isn't.

The Junk Sword impaling anything just looks kinda silly to me.

Another instance where the model doesn't physically match up is in Mechonis Core.

And now, for the part that truly got me. That had me laughing so hard I nearly fell off my chair.

Zanza gets the Junk Sword.

I was not expecting that. At all.

Just... look at him lol.

Fiora gets to hold it too.

Junk Sword can still block bullets.

And hands.

And here it is. One of the last frames with the Junk Sword.

Thank you for joining me on this silly journey. This was a really fun change to the cutscenes.

There were plenty of screenshots I couldn't fit in here. I'll likely make separate posts for some of them (particularly ones in Makna, Valak, and Mechonis Core).

And for those keeping track, five characters got to hold the Junk Sword: Shulk, Alvis, Mumkhar, Zanza, and Fiora. What a lineup.

[eyeofthebrainstorm]

Look: Percy and Vex are great. And we know Vax is a slut with a taste for dramantic romance.

But where are going to find another ship where, when separated: him, the rascal playboy with no faith, starts to pray the goddess she worships for guidance; and she, the devoted cleric, starts talking to the air like she's talking to him, and what is prayer if not words said to someone who might not hear but wish they will.

Pike and Scanlan is Otp.

[writeingdocs]

7.03pm

stray kids bangchan x oc reader genre: fluff, angst ? cw: the word “transes” used is a term we use for transcripts of notes/reviewers word count: 947 masterlist

x

“One tall hot cappuccino for Addy.”

Chan placed the cup in front of you—well your textbooks. The caffeinated beverage being your 5th one of the day—night.

“On the house.” He added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes at your friend who is left with his white button up shirt and black slacks after the apron was off. His shift was done.

“Impressive.” You say with a teasing amount of sarcasm as you looked at the foam art showing a girl’s sleeping face whom you can only assume is you.

“Thank you.” He equaled.

“No, but seriously, your drawing skills are impressive—much more on paper.” You locked eyes with him. “Why can’t you just tell your parents you want to go to an arts school rather than taking another business course for your masters?” It wasn’t a question—at least it didn’t sound like it.

“The same way you can’t tell yours you don’t want to take the NMAT and pursue Med.”

“Hey! I, for one, slightly like what I’m about to get myself into.” You defended.

“And I, for one, slightly like what I’m currently taking for Masters.”

“Yeah right, your past four-year rant hauntingly says otherwise.” You retorted remembering college days.

“Well, speaking of…how are you holding up?” He changes the subject, gesturing to the pile of transes and textbooks in front of you.

“How do you think?”

“Eh,” he made a face, “you’re holding up pretty decently.”

“Christopher, I’m literally dying.” Okay maybe that was an exaggeration. “And you giving me another cup pushes me more to my early demise.”

This dramantics (dramatic antics) earned a chuckle from him.

“Who says you have to drink it? I just gave you that to show you the foam art.”

“Well of course, you rich kid. Which makes me wonder still why you really work part time here.”

“I’m not rich, my parents are.”

“Exactly what rich people say.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And I work here for the ladies.” He smirked. “Plus it gives me my artistic freedom.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

As you were about to drink the cappuccino, not wanting it to go to waste, Chan stopped you.

“I’ll drink this.”

“You can’t even drink coffee.”

“I don’t drink coffee, not I can’t. Besides, if it keeps you alive a little longer then—aw!”

You hit his face with the transes you’re currently highlighting.

x

“Honestly, I’m terrified.” You confessed, hands tightly holding the matching mug filled with your favorite green tea.

Chan basically dragged you out of the living room towards the kitchen for a much needed 10-minute break from you two’s study session at his place.

“I’m terrified that I’ll always be the failure I am.” You continued.

There was a split second of silence before he turned to his side to face you.

“You were never once a failure.”

You laughed bitterly to yourself.

“Thanks, Channie. But I am.”

“No, you’re not.” His voice was stern.

Frankly speaking, you’ve never seen him speak this serious since your junior year in college when you nearly cried to him about your then supposed friends who were treating you like trash.

“I know I’ll never be able to fully understand the amount of hardship, self doubt, and fear you’re feeling as you head on this journey, not to mention the pressure you give yourself too, but let me tell you this: you are not a failure nor a disappointment.”

You could only nudge his arm in reply as tears started to well in your eyes.

You stayed in that comfortable silence for a moment, shoulders touching sitting closely next to each other, enjoying the warmth of your slightly less caffeinated drinks.

x

“Do you know why I took the job at the cafe?” Chan suddenly asks you one night as you two headed home after his shift ended.

“I thought you said it was for your artistic freedom.” You raised a brow which made him chuckle.

“That and also to see my peace.”

“You.”

This halted your steps as you looked at him a bit confused.

“Me?”

“I want to see you. It gives me,” he paused for a moment feeling his ears starting to warm, “peace. Seeing you gives me peace. And the cafe is where you always study so...” He shrugged.

“Not when I get into med school, no.” You laughed.

“Well then, I’ll just have to apply to the nearest cafe there which I’m sure where you’ll study!” He said matter-of-factly.

“Nah, I’ll probably utilize the library.”

He made a pout which in turn made you laugh.

“I can still make you coffee though. Working at the cafe has its perks! I know how to do it at home now so I can still see you when I give it to you.”

“You really are a dork.”

“Nah, I’m just romantic like that.”

You ignored his statement with a question.

“You said seeing me gives you peace, how is that?”

“I don’t know, you just do.” He hesitated a bit. “Fine, I admit I am stressed with masters—“

“Knew it!” You almost jumped.

“But, all of that fades away when I see you.”

“If we weren’t best friends, I’d think you actually like me.” You smirked.

“I do.”

Two simple words were enough to wipe the smirk off your face and instead make your pupils dilate and heart beat faster.

“I like you, Addy.” He said all too perfectly at the right second, not shying away and looking straight at you.

“A lot.”

Then your own words replayed in your head:

If you weren’t best friends, maybe you’d actually like him too.

- - - -

AN: this has been a draft rotting in my notes app from 8.12.21 that i stumbled upon while cleaning my files today and decided to edit and post haha ((the ending was not originally there but alas, my love for angst has won me over once again lol this was meant to be a f2l story w a touch of me projecting my love-hate rel w medicine))

late happy new year! reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated :”

[purrassicjet]

"Despite her fatigue, Morrigan couldn't help smiling a little at the thought of Jupiter telling off the Elders. Captain Dramantic always had her back."

I'm not crying it's just really dusty in here okay

[musingartblog]

dramantic

[dramantedrinks]

Product Insight 04

Hello and welcome to Dramante’s fourth product insight! In this edition (04) we will take a closer look at the Torres 30 Jaime I Brandy which is available on our website!

Torres 

Jaime and Miguel Torres found the Familia Torres company. Jaime I received the prize for best brandy in the world at the world brandy awards. Jaime I is a special 30 year old Spanish brandy from Torres, named for the founder of the House, Jaime Torres Vendrell. It's a blend of brandies from their oldest soleras, including Parellada wines originally destined for the Torres 10 aged for an extra chunk of time and a small amount of their rare 1972 Folle Blanche eaux-de-vie. The bottle design is by Japanese architect Hiroya Tanaka.

How to drink Brandy

It is very common to drink brandy neat or on the rocks. For those looking for an intense experience, drinking brandy neat is definitely the way to go. All you need is a tulip-shaped glass, pour the brandy in and savour the flavour. If you prefer your brandy with a bit of dilution, try serving it on the rocks - simply pour over small cubes of ice or an ice ball and sip away.

Brandy can also be paired with mixers or syrups to create a variety of cocktails such as: 

The Old Fashioned 

Brandy Sour

Eggnog

Martini

Brandy and Ginger

Brandy Sidecar 

Brandy Alexander

What food to eat with Brandy

Brandy is a complex drink with sweet, floral, and fruity notes, and it can be drunk on its own, but pairing it with the right food can elevate the whole tasting experience. 

When it comes to pairing brandy with cheese, you can’t go wrong with a good classic pairing like Gouda or cheddar. Their nutty and buttery flavours complement and bring out the caramel and vanilla notes in the brandy. 

Roasted meats - The rich flavour profile of brandy makes it an ideal choice with roasted meats. The smokiness and depth of flavours in meats like beef, lamb, or venison compliment the brandy’s natural sweetness and nuttiness.

Fruits and nuts like figs, grapes, almonds, and hazelnuts have a natural sweetness that pairs beautifully with brandy. 

The fruit and oak notes of brandy are an excellent match for spicy foods. The spirit’s warm and bold finish enhances the heat in spicy dishes while the sweetness of brandy balances the hotness. 

Brandy makes an excellent companion for sweet treats, especially those with a warm and comforting aroma. For example, bread pudding, apple pie, or cinnamon rolls. 

Did you know? 

Because of brandy's natural warming properties, it helps induce healthy sleep. In addition to that, the antibacterial nature of the drink makes it great for strengthening the immune system. Brandy can help eliminate pathogens from a person's system and can boost the immune system thanks to its many antioxidants. So, yes it's true that Brandy can help get rid of a cold and cough!

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Slàinte Mhath!

[explorerswiftie]

when she disappeared under the stage was literally soooo dramantic and smooth

[zafirosreverie]

Zaf, I'm kinda just questioning my friendship with someone right now, it's like yes we are friends. But she barley talks to me, or when I talk to her sometimes she doesn't even answer me. And I'm pretty sure she hears me say stuff to her at times. Yes, she does talk to me, but barley ever does. And only hangs out with me if a certain one of her friends are away. I honestly don't know if she is friends with me, or just pitys me. I honestly, don't try to speak to her. Well sometimes I try, but still. I'm friends with her, but i don't know if she wants to be friends with me...

Sorry if this is dramantic, I just needed to vent to someone about it. Been holding onto it lately.

Wow, something's happening out there with friendships because you're the third person today that has told me something like this and even I myself am dealing with this right now. A "friend" just stop talking to me cause I told her something she did made me uncomfortable. I haven't heard of her in two days.

But this isn't about me. What I try to do is remind myself that if I already tried to talk to them and it didn't work, that's not on me. Listen hon, we need to understand that sometimes people just need their space and we have to respect that, but if you're feeling bad about it and there's not another solution, then you need to respect yourself and walk away, because it's not on you anymore. You did your part, let her do hers.

[myao3library]

Men Like Us by DancingDisaster.

Rating: Mature Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick (2020), Top Gun (Movies). Tags: Dramantic Comedy, Plot differences. Chapters: 18/18 Words: 41k Men Like Us by DancingDisaster. PDF Summary: Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground. Jake refuses to be buried. He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief. Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class. Rooster doesn’t look at all. (They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, Autoresponder

Act 6, page 4491-4493

gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

GG: Heyyy.

GG: Ahem.

GG: Ro-Lal?

TG: oopos sry

TG: was havin important chats

GG: Oh?

GG: With whom?

TG: w yet anather ineligible fuckin bachelor who elfe i have to talk 2

[CONTINUED PREVIOUSLY]

TT: Anyway, if you're still there.

TT: I wouldn't call my "feelings" ironic.

TT: Though evidently, I would enclose them in quotes.

TT: They're more like an echo of feelings once established in a biological context, though perhaps had not particularly well materialized at that point in my life.

TT: Or his life.

TT: Whatever.

TT: They still feel real sometimes, and it can be easy to get carried away with them.

TT: But most of the time they present themselves as dense bodies of abstraction to be evaluated, like any kind of information.

TT: It's fair to say the feelings I have ABOUT my feelings are more genuine expressions of emotion than the ground level feelings themselves.

TT: Does that make sense?

TG: yes

TG: sory distacted

TG: iportant shit gon on w janesy

TT: That's fine.

TT: So to underwhelmingly answer your question, no, I don't think I'm really "into Jake."

TT: Not so much as occasionally being subject to heavily arresting recalls of conflicted, incipient preteen episodes on the subject.

TT: I'm not sure I can be "into" someone in a way you understand.

TT: Not that it would even matter if I was.

TT: I'm glasses.

TG: damn :(

TT: What?

TG: sry im listening 2 u really

TG: but i fucked uuuuup

TG: got to make sure jane doesnt run that file i sent

TT: The virus? You sent it already?

TT: Sneaky.

TG: waahh im such an ass

TT: What are you two talking about?

TG: the bot line is

TG: im a horribule friend :(

TT: You could just tell her you sent an exploding file.

TG: noo then shell think im shitty

TG: and right now she thinks im super NOT shitty

TG: dont want to blow it

TG: id think id rather pull a dirk and propess my UNDYING FEELINGS FOR HER omgomgomg

TT: Wait, you have feelings for Jane?

TG: no you dingnut

TG: was joak

TG: OMFG

TG: if dirk tells jake about his stuff

TG: what about jane

TG: hows she gonna feel

TG: competing wish a friend and all for aguy she cant even get up the nerve to say anythin to

TG: poor jane :C

TT: It seems to be highly probable you are ensared in the throes of one of your human romantic quandaries.

TG: oh stfu up

TG: i need a drink

TT: Are you even talking to her anymore?

TT: It seems like you must be neglecting her side of the conversation.

TG: im in the mipple of a dramantic pause caulm ur fukin tits bobob

TG: RLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????

GG: Sigh.

[CONTINUED PREVIOUSLY]

TT: Anyway, I won't distract you for much longer.

TT: I just felt the need to tip you off to this eight hundred ton gorilla dragging its knuckles across the horizon.

TG: will this gorilla

TG: eat thos bonanas

TG: flying out of the roof u said

TT: No airborne fruit will be safe.

TT: I guess this is to be presented as something like a word of caution.

TT: If it's me going through with this, hypothetically,

TT: I'm not dropping some limp wristed shucks buster on his ass, and praying to the horse gods of irony for reciprocation.

TT: There will be no rocking back and forth on pigeon-toed feet, while my face flushes with the blood of a thousand timid bishies.

TT: I will not hold one tentative hand behind my head like a flustered asshole from an Asian cartoon, nor will an oversized bead of sweat overlap ludicrously with my visage.

TT: If it's me, I'm going all out.

TT: Oceans will rise. Cities will fall. Volcanoes will erupt.

TG: uuh

TT: What I'm saying is, it's going to be a scene, and bystanders need to brace themselves.

TG: ok

TG: about when is the big scene happenin

TT: Probably after the game begins.

TT: I expect he'll hold off on playing his hand until he and Jake are in the session.

TT: He's taken certain measures.

TT: For some reason, I think he's latched on to this notion that functioning as the client for a player is customarily a one way pass to makeout city with that player.

TT: Everything with him, and me, is a matter of assiduous tactical forethought. Makin' a play to get his jones on for the J-man is no different.

TG: not sure what any of this quiet means but it sounds spactacular

TG: i cant wait

TG: tho im still kinda torn

TG: about how 2 feel about his chances vs janes chances

TG: what do i say to jane about this???

TG: its hard being as totey sweet a friend as me

TG: its hard and no 1 understanks

TG: *lul

TT: Sorry to hear that.

TT: As ever, I remain an automatonous and dispassionate witness of the oddity that is human interaction, while maintaining no investment in either outcome.

TG: yeah bs

TG: anyway looks like i have to go

TG: i have to proves some shit to jane

TT: Prove what?

TG: oh u know

TG: just subjectin shit to the old madrigogs

TT: It seems you just said madrigogs.

TT: What are madrigogs.

TG: XD

TG: l7r bro

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT]

TG: janey

TG: it seems 2 me

TG: that there is a (MATHS) % chance of you bein a huge tightass

TG: are u bein a huge tightass on me jane

GG: Oh god dammit.

GG: Take the book! What do I care!!!

TG: yessss thast the spirpit

TG: now u are believin w petrol

GG: I fail to see what offering up a priceless book for your wildly capricious science experiment has to do with my resolution to be less stingy with my beliefs, but alright.

TG: haha will u relax abt the book

TG: im only just teasing cause theres like practically a 100 percant chance this wont wonk like alwasy

TG: * wort work like always

TG: sooooo

TG: ready/

GG: Yes, let's just get on with it.

[shopofthemoment]

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