puckhead
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Whenever I go through Heathrow, I stop at World of Whisky to grab a bottle of something for my dad. One year I picked up a bottle of 25 year old McCallans. It was the only time I saw my father cry.
Was back through London a few years later, and told the whisky guy what I got last time and that I was looking for a similar taste. Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my arm excitedly and asked if I still had the 25.
When I said no, he shook his head "too bad, that would be worth a lot of money now". I didn't want to ask how much.