Comfort you ignite

Golden malty liquid

The delight you create

As I unscrew the lid
Your aroma permeates

Sinking into dark vaults

Murky, earthy

Triple distilled and single malts

And bourbons not so worthy

A brimful of Bushmills
Or the floating famous grouse

Over the glass it spills

As I relax in the house

Peaty bogs

Crackling logs

Smokey, orange, light

This comfort you ignite