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Wednesday, 16 July 2025

Pour The Macallan On My Grave

I remember from a long time ago, a series of small announcements in the Personal Columns of national daily newspapers. They were subtle understated advertisements for a brand of Scotch whisky. I think there were several different ones, but I now recall only this: 

The Will said to: 
“Pour The Macallan on my grave
To ease my dead soul’s thirst
So I poured the Macallan on the grave 
But through my kidneys first.” 

That is all it said. I can now find no record of these ads, which seems unusual considering the nature of the internet.

18 comments:

  1. Seems that Macallan have a reputation in the advertising industry for quirky ideas that push the boundaries. This approach boosted their sales and noteworthiness very significantly in past decades.

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    1. Didn't discover that. I might have been searching too narrowly.

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  2. Some things have to pass through the kidneys of a mammal before being consumed by humans. Fly agaric is said to be fed to reindeer and the resultant urine drunk for its hallucinogenic effects.

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    1. I read somewhere that it reindeer can be dangerous dangerous because they like to drink human urine.

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    1. Sounds like they would have sold you a bottle.

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  4. You have prompted me to go on a search but, as you say, it is difficult to find any of those ads now. I did find this article, however, which I found amusing..
    https://scotchwhisky.com/magazine/features/23128/the-ads-that-made-macallan/

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    1. That's a great article, and you can see how it fitted in. Maybe it was only in The Times.

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  5. Ha! That's pretty funny. You could probably find them at a public library, maybe by scrolling through microfiche, if you're really motivated!

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    1. From JayCee's comment above, it might be findable by someone with a Times archive sup.

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  6. i wasn't clever enough to write a poem about my favourite whisky, but AI managed:
    Laphroaig’s like licking a bog in the rain,
    With hints of seaweed and old steam train.
    It burns your soul in a warm embrace—
    Then punches your tongue with a sooty grace.

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    1. The Islays are all like drinking kippers as far as I'm concerned.

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  7. Good sense to recycle as much as possible. Right on message for our consumerist world.😜

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  8. That's so funny. I really laughed.

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    1. Made me laugh too. Probably why I remembered it.

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  9. Thinking about it, I would rather have a whisky that comes from pure Highland water with a friendly deer on the bottle than a drink that has been through the kidneys of a reindeer.

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    1. Reindeer urine does not sound very appealing to me, either.

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