Some nights you just want to be with someone familiar and trusted. Someone you can relax with, knowing they won't disappoint you. Those nights come at the end of too-long days, within weeks of doubt and shifting perspective. Tonight, being one of those nights, when everything seems to be falling short and fading away, I return to my Talisker Storm.
<p>I've been thinking much lately on transformation and metamorphosis and  rebirth - the phoenix and the butterfly. There is something so primally  universal in the idea of becoming so much more. Something that speaks to  our mortal selves, inspiring us to strive and try again, no matter  what, to transcend all the failures and less-thans of our past and step  into all we ever dreamed of being.</p>
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<p>A friend of mine was traveling in Scotland when I was in Ireland. He  heard a singer while there named Jo Philby. One of her songs really  struck me, and fits with the theme:<br />
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<p>It's a good song for these kinds of nights, and if you find yourself in  similar place, cozy up with a warm spirit and take solace in her sweet  voice.<br />
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<p>It's been a while since I've tasted the Talisker. I tried to remember  what it was like the first time, and wondered if it would be the same  tonight...  It was different, but really still just as good. The nose  didn't seem quite as I remembered; the smokiness wasn't as apparent.  This time I was comparing to the last one and realized there is a  brightness to Talisker which I think is a key point in why I like him so  much. All of the elements that I remember still flowed in the flavor:  smoky, slightly sweet, spicy. Absolutely still my favorite.<br />
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<p>I will sleep well tonight, knowing that even within the shifting senses  of what is right and wrong, there still remains a familiar friend,  comforting and true.</p>
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