My husband and I had been dating for a few years. We went to a bar one night and he ordered a Scotch on the rocks. I wasn’t really into Scotch whiskey, but he asked me to try it. As I put the glass up to my mouth this smell took over. It was overwhelming and it was immediate - it was my favorite grandfather, my “Popie”. A wave of warm memories of my chi…
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