Oban (#8)

The air was crisp, and the glow of holiday lights illuminated the night as I walked down the street. The warm, welcoming look of the place is what made me enter. It was upscale, but empty, and the bar was inviting. The man behind it greeted me cordially.

“What can I get for you, sir?”

“I’m thinking of trying a Scotch.”

“Excellent. Which would you like?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never had Scotch before.”

He turned to grab a bottle, saying “I can highly recommend this one.” That was how my love for it began.

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