Malt & Lace.
Malt & Lace is a mini podcast series with an accompanying photo set. Episode 01 features a dram of Glengoyne 18 yo and a bodysuit by Coco De Mer. You can find it by subscribing to my free Onlyfans.
Malt and Lace is about pleasure, and on occasion pain too. Because without doubt, and I say this as a kinky switch, one cannot exist without the other. And frankly, 2020 was wholly traumatic, and already January 2021 has not been an easy month for most - me and you included. Yet I cannot help but feel somewhat guilty for talking about pleasure in times when there is globally so much pain. And even though we are in the same storm we most certainly are not all in the same boat. I have to acknowledge that I am very privileged as a white cis-presenting woman, living on a COVID-free island with unlimited access to nature. Having said that, like so many others, I have too been struggling with feelings of loneliness and isolation.
So I for one, perhaps now more than ever before, am all for indulging in life’s little pleasures and especially finding new ways of sharing them with other people, and with you - my pre-pandemic lovers and my new virtual acquaintances too. That is why I want to talk to you about two of my true loves, which have brought me so much comfort and wee bursts of joy during this pandemic, and those two are malt and lace. Malt being single malt, whisky, Scotch - call it what you will. And lace, well that’s the lingerie.
I cannot say that I am an expert on either, far from it, however I do have an affection for both, so by sharing my musings with you I hope to also expand my knowledge. These are by no means new affairs of mine, the type that leave you breathless or send your head into a spin. They are more like long-term relationships which bring a sense of comfort and familiarity. Although I have to say that the pandemic has forced me to see them both in a new light.
Before, when socialising was not restricted by law, the act of drinking whisky was indeed a very social one. In the midst of another lockdown, it feels that long gone are the days, when one would waste away a Sunday afternoon indulging in a few drams inside a very tightly packed Ben Nevis, shouting over the merry tune of an excessively large group of folk musicians who have gathered for a wee jam. You’ll understand if you’ve ever been to The Ben Nevis - it’s a very tight squeeze. For those of you who have not, The Ben Nevis is this tiny pocket bar, specialising in Scotch, it’s on Argyle Street, in Finnieston in Glasgow. It has an exceptional selection of whisky, a very understated, sexy, in a very rugged kind of way, interior with references to the ingredients, the distilling process and the raw, unforgiving Scottish landscape. I myself am a bit of a geek when it comes to architecture and interior design so I absolutely adore the atmosphere there. If you ever find yourself in Glasgow, once we get back to some form of normal, it is most certainly worth the visit.
In 2020, having found myself completely alone in a very isolated corner of Scotland, whisky became part of my personal Saturday evening ritual, being completely deprived of its previous ‘reserved for socialising only’ status. So on a Saturday night I get the fire going, put on some tunes, snuggle up into a blanket and pour myself a dram. I think it is most certainly important to mention now, that this is about tasting and not drinking. And what I have found is that for me, whisky has the power to evoke quite vivid memories in a similar way that food does. So even though this past year, I’ve not really had many opportunities for making new memories, this little ritual has allowed me to reflect, find comfort, sometimes even sending me into a wee meditative state…