Guinness, Cragganmore, Lagavulin...

As my grandfather (2 Kings Own Scottish Borderers and 7/8 KOSB, 1915-1918) would have said, "Aye, I'll cast a vote for the new lad. Jes' a wee dram. Not too much. Ach, ye'll sell mair whuskey if ye fill the glass, man. Aye there's the stuff take feed the troops. Gaes roon' yer hayrt like a hairy wurrum."

Welcome aboard. Robert, lay on!