A Little Story About Marmalade

I’ve never been a huge fan of marmalade. That is, until about ten days ago when I was given a jar of this stuff:

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If you can’t tell, that’s a jar of marmalade made with Macallan 10 Year Old single malt scotch whisky.

Now, I first became acquainted with the Macallan 10yo (the beverage, not the marmalade) back in May this year, while hunting for a good single malt to give to a friend in the States. The young man in question, a fireman, had yet to fall in love with Scotland’s finest export (scotch, not Alan Hansen), and so I was looking for something that would ease him in slowly. Nothing too adventurous, but nothing too dull either. I had intended to get him the Glenmorangie 10yo, the single malt which first aroused my love for Scotland’s finest export (scotch, not Alan Hansen), but at the shop felt it was a tad pricey. So, not feeling particularly generous, I opted instead for the cheaper Macallan, a highland malt which had been recommended to me several times* by a friend**.