A proper Englishman, wandering the heaths of Scotland, walks into a pub.
“My good man,” he says. “I hear you have 100 year-old Scotch. I would love a bit.”
The pub owner takes down a glass and pours an ounce.
After a sip, the Englishman says, “Oh my. My dear fellow! That is 20 year-old Scotch! I...