Islay's Liquid Gold Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Upon the rugged shores where wild winds blow,
The isle of Islay cradles dreams of gold,
In peat and smoke, its storied treasures flow,
Each dram reveals a history retold.

With every sip, the sea's embrace is found,
Salt-kissed and fragrant, notes of earth arise,
A dance of flavors, smoky, rich, profound,
Whispers of brine beneath the open skies.

From Laphroaig to Lagavulin's sweet charm,
Each bottle holds the tempest of the land,
Where hardy folk with whisky's warmth disarm,
And coax from ancient bogs a drink so grand.

So raise a glass to Islay's fabled lore,
In every drop, the isle's soul we explore.