7. MacPhearson, Toronto“If you can authenticate it, do you realise the impact your discovery will have?”
“I do. And sure I can authenticate it. In any case, the whisky speaks for itself.”
We’ll see about that, John MacPhearson, proprietor of the Dearg Room, Toronto’s most posh Scotch bar, says to himself. His eyes turn from his glass to Elizabeth Legrand.
“Slàinte!”
Despite his painstaking efforts, MacPhearson is unable to hide the pleasure that is giving his hard-edged face a look of warm cordiality. He senses many aromas: mellow, woody, peaty, joyful. A sublime tickle creeps up and down his whole body, as though he was twenty years old again and running naked through grassy fields. Fiery tongues lick the inside of his mouth, kiss him, and make him tremble.
She’s right, thinks the ma
