Most of us have had that moment: a coastal dram under the nose and the brain whispers harbour, kelp, wet rope, lemon pith, maybe even bandage tin in a sea hut.
You’re suddenly transported to an island in the Outer Hebrides and reaching for a thick, wool jumper.
It feels obvious to say, “ah yes—the sea got into the cask.”
But…it didn’t.
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