Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 6, 2017.

The day after Beltram and the rest of the Dwarf group had their tastings, they also decided to hear the views of the Scots and their craftsmen.

I'll change the story, but Scott tells me that I have memories of my past life.

To let him use my knowledge for future liquor making, that I could trust him enough because he didn't respond to any pull. Neither my father nor my grandfather disagreed about revealing it to Scott. Nicholas Garland, a squire in charge of home affairs, actively agreed with me.

And I also spoke honestly of the origin of the name "Scotch” and apologized for trampling his thoughts.

"... back then all I thought about was you being pulled out... yes, all I thought about was myself. This is something neither my father nor Nicholas knew. If you resent me, I want it to be just me..."

In contrast, Scott shook his head quietly to the side without ever stopping smiling.

"Whatever your thoughts, you could have given me a name named after me. No more honor... not to mention resentment."

I couldn't return the word and all I could do was bow my head.

And today, the tasting (tasting) of long-running liquor means limiting it to three main artisans, Scott, an early distillery member, and his assistants Brandon and Calvert, but only Scott is going to confirm it at first.

If it's just him, he knows my secret, and he can tell me what he thinks. So I decided to get just one person to do the tasting first.

Scott, the world's leading distiller, but a barrel with a long aged liquor, or “ZL” baking mark, is a total unknown liquor for him as well.

Originally, the distiller checks the level of barrel maturation as one of his tasks, but he has never opened the barrel before and has not carried out any checks inside. Of course, I let him check the appearance of the barrel, but he was hesitant to open it until now because I had no idea to what extent the risk of opening the plug - accidentally opening it and oxidation progressed, etc. - was.

The total unknown liquor makes him look pretty nervous too.

Like yesterday's tasting at Beltram's workshop, I bring in five different bottles and leave them in front of him.

Exactly like a craftsman, curiosity seemed to be superior to tension when viewed in kind, staring at the differences in colour without being serious.

"By comparison, you have quite different colors"

That's how Scott groaned like he was talking to himself.

In fact, the only triennial we're shipping right now is a new barrel of small quarter barrels - about a hundred litres - with a light amber color. But the decade-long thing in front of me comes from dark black like obsidian, and some things look slightly reddish and reddish like red copper.

He nodded small at the words and poured a scotch into the glass lined up.

He didn't say a word until he finished putting it all in. Yesterday the Beltrams were similarly silent, but very different from that.

The Beltrams were just losing their word with the emotion of inflating their breasts to expectations and being able to drink their stuff for a decade, but Scott is different. We are breathtaking because we will know in what way the efforts of the last decade have come to fruition and the consequences.

I'm going to put a metal lid on all the glasses just like yesterday.

"I only want you to open the lid when you drink. The fragrance itself is quite different, but when other fragrances shift, the impression changes..."

I explained the tasting to the best of my knowledge.

And as the quiet time passes, Scott mouths one glass at a time. Sometimes, other than the sigh-like voice leaking, he silently tasted it without saying anything.

Tasting ended in about five minutes.

Scott exhaled hu.

"... I'm honestly surprised. I didn't know it would change this much...... now I can tell you, when I started making it I thought it was an unsavory drink. I can manage to drink anything I put to bed for three years, but it won't change that much in ten years..."

So I bowed my head deeply and began to talk slightly excitedly to him.

"Dear Zach! Tell us more about this“ Scotch ”! What flavour did it have? What scent it smelled like... I also want to go to a country called" Japan ”where Master Zach was, no, a real“ Scotland ”and learn how to make it! But that won't happen. So only Zach's memory depends..."

It still feels rough to me, but it seems to him he feels a superb booze with an aromatic scent. I guess I'm impressed that the years make the liquor tasty, especially since I know the taste of distilled tailored liquor called “Newpot”.

I promised to tell him everything I knew, and then we discussed this “Zach Collection” candidate.

"... they're all short and long... Beltram said they're all delicious, so to sell them under the brand" Long Aged Liquor "..."

When I was worried, I heard unexpected things.

"By the way, what kind of container does Master Zach intend to carry this Zack collection in?

I tilt my neck at the sudden change of subject, but in response to the question, I tell him what I think.

"I'm going to carry it in a corrosion-resistant metal container. I have some smaller than the barrel...... what does that have to do with anything?

Scott nodded at my words,

"To be honest, I have no idea what formula I'd like. It's a corner, so why don't we make a lot of stuff?

"But I can't make the best of it. It's a corner, so I want to make the best thing I can do right now..."

Scott nods small and agrees, but has made another suggestion.

"We're going to mix the three barrels of stuff together this time, so even if we find out the best ratio, there's going to be extra. If so, was it a single cask, could I make a lot of things, such as a single cask thing and just a mixture of the two types, not just that? This time Master Zach will be brought to Ars himself, won't he? Wouldn't that be a better reference in the future?

Scott's suggestion was to build a lot of personality stuff just like this handy liquor, and to hear and see what the Dwarves had to say.

(That might be more interesting, for sure. My preference can't be world standard, and I want to know the preferences of the heterogeneous Dwarves...)

That's why I decided to make three main formulas and three single casks, plus four altogether ten that changed the formula in an extreme way.

Container for the Zach collection, by the way, but barrel-shaped for twenty litres, the material is made of stainless steel - the so-called 18-8 stainless steel with eighteen percent chromium and eight percent nickel. This can be fitted with a faucet and cock valve, which can also be poured as is.

stainless steel material, but Nickel had a hard time collecting chromium anyway. At first I tried to find the ore - the chromium iron ore, etc. - but I had never seen the chromium iron mine myself and nobody knew it existed, so I couldn't find it. But it was massive in unexpected places.

It was in the crap dug out of the ruins.

At the Tilia School of Magic in Doctus there was a professor who would buy anything that was dug out of the ruins. Yes, my mentor, Professor Lionel Raspade.

When I was Professor Raspade's assistant, I had the task of examining the elements used from the pile of crap sleeping in the warehouse. Rare magic metals, Adamantite and Mithril were not so much found, but stainless steel was used as floor and wall materials, in addition to cases and containers, and a lot of items were stripped and brought into storage.

They become rubbish when the analysis is complete, but they were received and the material was extracted and collected by metallic magic. Iron was wholesaled to the blacksmith's workshop, but other nickels, chromium, molybdenum, etc. were well secured. Of course, there is titanium, but I take this because I intend to use it for another use.

And although it is a stainless steel container, thirty for twenty liters, fifteen for ten liters, and many small objects like water bottles were also made. Mass production is possible because there is still enough material, but empty containers are going to be recovered and reused.

Discussions with Scott are over, and his men, Brandon and Calvert, are called in and given the same tasting.

We were both eye-opening and surprised that the taste of the scotch we were making would change so far.

Brandon, but thirty-five, nine years younger than Scott. He looks more like a carpenter's parent than a distiller with a disappointing physique, pruned blonde hair and thick eyebrow mustache, but he's the owner of an arm that surpasses Scott if only for wine distillation.

Another Calvert, but thirty-four, one year younger than Brandon. He's a slightly skinny cheerful man, more like a cheerful farmer than an artisan. He is good at distilling apple liquor and makes good aromatic distillates.

They've had many stories about pulling them out, but they continue to stay in this village because they admire Scott.

"So much so… maybe the wine has changed the same way"

Brandon has asked, making sure of the fragrance.

"Oh, I have something that smells pretty good. I'd still like to put him to bed, but I'm going to take a barrel of wine too"

Calvert also shows interest in wine, but he also seems to be concerned about apple liquor.

"Would it work if I put the apple liquor to bed too... so it still takes"

It's only been four years for apple liquor, so if it's going to be a decade, it's going to take six more years to figure it out. Sure enough, Calvados in France needed to be put to sleep for over five years, so maybe we could ship it as a "five year thing” next year.

Scott also exchanged views and the four of us expressed our views on Scotch's formula. Ultimately, it was determined to be something with a strong aroma, something with a mellow flavour, and something with a slightly sour personality.

With the note in his hand, the hall returned to the hill, packed three new varieties in a reservoir and went up to the mansion.

My father and grandfather, and the victims who got caught up in my distillery brewing (...), also decided to let Nicholas see the taste of the finished product.

Place the glass in front of the three of you for a brief explanation.

"This is the“ Zack Collection ”of the decade I decided to consult with the Scots. Mixing the three barrels..."

My fathers dropped their eyes on a glass of that amber liquid and lifted it up quietly.

And slowly carry it to your mouth.

At the next moment, they all opened their eyes wide and gave a surprised look.

"Is this what you're after... so much..."

My grandfather muttered to himself.

"Not yet, to this extent… as far as I'm concerned, it's a flavour that I'm even hesitant to label" long-running liquor "

None of the three of them said anything and were shaking their heads. Probably "uncompromising" me.

"I'll change my mind, but I need a favor from your father."

I spoke with a serious look to the two of you with a glass of Scotch.

"It's about Brandon and Calvert."

"What's wrong with those two?

My father doesn't know what he's talking about, and he's leaning his neck.

"They've done well over the last decade. Wherever the two of you went, you'd have been invited with more treatment than here. But they did their best to improve the quality of the distilled liquor in this village. I want to reward it."

My father agrees with my thoughts and snorts loudly.

"Um, I do agree with you... what exactly do you do?

"I took Scott's name and named him" Scotch ”on a distilled liquor made of wheat. I want to imitate that and give their name to the distillery of wine and apple liquor. Distilled wine“ brandy ", apple distilled wine“ carvato ". What do you think?"

To tell you the truth, I've been thinking about it for a long time.

Even though wheat distillery is called “Scotch," it was often asked if there was a name for wine or apple distillery. Especially the marl type, which began to be made at the same time as Scotch - distilled liquor made from the squeeze of wine - and the Fine type, which then began - distilled the wine as it is - are already quite in circulation, although the quantity is inferior to Scotch.

When I found out that the names of the early members of Scott's distillery were Brandon and Calvert, I laughed unexpectedly at that heavenly dispensation. And even soon I thought about naming Brandy and Calvato (...) S - not Calvado (...) S - but at that time we were both young people in the mid twenties and gave up prematurely.

But now there's nothing like the prank of the day. They both supported Scott well, made a lot of suggestions to improve quality, and most importantly, didn't shake their heads vertically about pulling them out of countries. Given that thought, I thought naming them a joke was blasphemy to their efforts.

Doesn't seem so much when it comes to decade, but I made booze to the world with a challenge from scratch. Even though they had my advice, they're well qualified to keep their name.

Both my father and grandfather knew about the efforts of the two of them, and he acknowledged them with pleasure.

Especially Nicholas, with a full grin, said, "You two did really well. I agree very much, too," he let go and agreed.

I decided to speak to Brandon and Calvert from my father, both lords and owners of the distillery.

The next day, Brandon and Calvert came to the mansion with Scott.

None of the three of them knew why they had been summoned and were tilting their necks.

I started talking about those three with the look of my father in a harsh way before.

"Looks like the long-running liquor went well. This would also be thanks to the efforts of the three of us..."

So I cut the word and turn my gaze to Brandon and Calvert.

"... take Brandon's name for a distilled wine he hadn't named before,“ Brandy ”. Likewise, the distilled apple liquor is named Calvert“ Calvatos. "

They didn't know what they were told for a moment and looked decent. But when Scott, who was lying next to him, said, "Good for you," they finally realized that their name had been given to booze.

Brandon said, "Wow, my name is such a terrible thing..." and Calvert had a twilight face along the way.

"... If you are going to give me a name, Lord Zach or Garland would be better off..."

I told him that Calvert should name him my father, who is the owner, me, who has shown interest in distilled liquor since I was a little girl, and Nicholas, who thinks he's the inventor of distilled liquor.

My father shook his head in the words,

"In the future, in order to reward the craftsmen in our Lockhart family, we shall name the newly made liquor the artisans who contributed the most. It's a precedent. You guys are."

Scott said, "Good for you," slapping them on the shoulders and weeping with joy. Both Brandon and Calvert were just as tearful in their eyes and snorted.

You did that for about a minute, but suddenly you remembered you were in front of your lord, and you bow your head, "also, I'm sorry," he said.

I just stabbed a few nails at them on the rise.

"It's going to be tough. More and more dwarves will overheat if the long-running liquor spreads to the world. That's not all. In time their tongues will fatten too..."

The three of them snort at my words.

"... and even Ars and Welburn can do one distillery after another. Keep making unbeatable flavors there. I think this is pretty painful..."

Scott answered my words with a resolute expression.

"We're not going to lose out on flavor. Whatever rivals appear, we will strive to ensure that Rockhart's distilled liquor remains the best in the world."

That was a powerful declaration.

My father nodded forcefully at Scott's words.

And this is what my father cut out for me in the future.

"I'm going to have Scott go to Ars with Zach..."

More than before, Blacksmith Guild Headquarters said they wanted to say thank you directly to Scott. However, he refused because Scott's departure from the distillery would affect Scotch production. If you say so, the Dwarves had no choice but to convince them that this was the first shipment of long distilled liquor and because of the large number of artisan apprentices coming from Welburn, they decided that Brandon and Calvert could do enough.

Scott panics about a sudden decision,

"It's a good opportunity. Zach used to say, you can hear the customers' (...) raw voice."

My father told me that and I nodded, but "I feel a little scared to hear the raw voice," he said with a face resembling a bitter laugh.