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This past summer, in order to make some room in our basement, I was forced to part with several boxes containing a glorious collection — my empty whisky bottles.
I did all that I could to save them. I pleaded that they were valuable. I argued that we had more than enough room in the basement to preserve them. I offered to display them atop shelves and kitchen cabinets. I fell to my knees and wept that I could use them to make something — like a lamp with several outcroppings ending with one of the bottles and a bulb inside. I urged with great sadness that we could not, we should not, we ought not send them away to such shame.
Sigh.
In a single afternoon, 148 bottles went to the curb only to feed the green dragon on wheels, that is, the garbage truck. And while the tears flowed and the family stood in the driveway, draped in black, with kerchiefs in hand and waving the dear friends onto the next world, I knew that a remnant of their time among us remained and was very much a part of our lives. These vessels would never be forgotten.
The following is a photo record, of sorts, that you would see and know and love as we have seen and known and loved. It is by no means complete, only catechetical.

The Balvenie Peated Cask, Aberlour 18, and The Glengoyne 21… I’m not sure what’s inside them, but rest assured, something is.

The Dalmore Cigar Malt is home to various knick-knacks, topped off with some sort of electronic toy.
My boys have repurposed a few boxes for their own needs. My youngest calls them his treasure chests. Pity the stuff they keep inside them are way less valuable than the liquid vessels that they once held.
I have the same problem. So far I have managed to save them as we are empty nesters and have sufficient room to “display” them. Thanks for the post. Keep them coming.
I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I have a secret stash of about 20 of my favorites hidden in a bin on a storage shelf above where I park my car in the garage.