Had Macallan 18 for the first time ever. My friend Julie treated me to it at the lobby bar of the Ace Hotel in Pittsburgh, PA. God it was good. The first taste is like wildflowers should taste if I ever ate wildflowers. I drank and told her what’s been going on with my husband and me. It was a lot for her to hear. She rubbed her forehead as she took it all in, wishing, I think, that the story ended better. I talked over the 70s house music so much that I sounded like Marlene Dietrich saying good bye when she dropped me back at my place.