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After a Laphroaig tasting, we sat down to Haggis, that I enjoyed. Vegetarian haggis was OK too.

Neither had that stinky odour that I encountered in my youth, 100 metres from my home. The stink grew stronger as I walked closer to home. ‎Big surpise. Mother in the kitchen cooking haggis for our supper. And our supper was the origin of the stink.
Haggis was served once more in the family home, and never again.

As for the rest of the evening, there may have been a wee bit more of the Laphroaig, some poetry by Burns, and some traditional songs.

An dòchas gun robh do dhachaigh air a lìonadh le blàths.