It wasnt often but when I did Ardbeg would speak in my stead and Ardbeg then would rule my head It would speak the words I never could, the words that should never be said She entraps me in her golden snare her pungent aroma fills the air and the level of the liquid there slowly and surely drops The words oft unsaid then leave my mouth for Ardbeg takes control and speaks for me The amber nectar in that bottle there took my soul then destroyed the love I had She has now gone, taken part of me but the Ardbeg still remains