Whisky, in particular.
You know how, sometimes, when you love something so much, you build it a house? Dogs get fancy kennels. Vintage guitars get climate-controlled cabinets. Wives get lavish house…hold appliances.
Anyway, I had an overflowing relationship with whisky — Islay Whisky, in particular — it flowed into me, and I overstocked on it (will be, soon, anyway). With all the extra bottles lying all over the place, I could barely walk in a straight line (yes, I'm sober), and I realised I had to get my life organized, damn it. So I scavenged an audio equipment thingies and cobbled together a whisky cabinet. And because it just had to be as exquisite as the whisky it contained, I couldn't help but fashion a little leather on.
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