Dream Life

Tria history May 25, 2018.

It's my birthday, and I'm sixteen.

I celebrate my fifteenth birthday so much that I will be treated as an adult when I turn fifteen in this world, but I was in college last year, so I just celebrated briefly with the Liddies.

I would have planned to celebrate as soon as I got back to the village, but there was my brother's marriage, his visit to Ars and his encounter with Luna, which had somehow been postponed.

I myself, I don't have anything in particular to think of, so it was both good, but as a parent I seemed to want to have a decent celebration as one separation.

Because of that, Kanga Hill has been a bummer since this morning.

Still, the installation of a tower for air defense, which is morning training and routine, is not indispensable, but as soon as breakfast is over, my mother has ordered me to change into a courtesy dress worn at my brothers' wedding.

This time, I had decided not to accept gifts, including from my servants and family. Because I get a gift of heart when I'm ten years old, but in my case, I have too much armor as a knight's house boy, so the best reason is that the giver is more burdensome.

Still, the villagers came one after the other with festive objects. Because what they bring is limited to village specialties, it is a corner favor and receives if not expensive.

It's restricted to village specialties because my father commands it.

My father had declared to the inhabitants that "if they were to give something to celebrate our home, they would have produced it themselves, or only bought the village's specialties".

The inhabitants of the village of Rasmore today are much richer than before. This is due to the dramatic increase in the production of distilled liquor, which has led to an increase in cash income from the supply of raw materials.

Taxes in this village are very cheap in the first place, and the only thing that can be described as a substantial tax is an instruction in the vigilante. Wheat and other agricultural products are paid in lieu of taxes, but these are stockpiled as food for emergency use and surpluses are returned at festivals and other events. This means that most of the villagers' income will remain on hand.

Front miso, but the Lockhart family is admired by the people of the village of Rasmore. Not only am I thankful for keeping me safe, for enriching my life, but I can say that it is the best kind of relationship between lords and inhabitants to hang out casually at festivals, etc.

Furthermore, the creation of a branch of the Norton Chamber of Commerce in the centre of the village has made it relatively easy to obtain what has never been available before. For this reason, those who gave the Lockhart family what they had purchased at the store began to appear.

My father was not of such a character that he was pleased to be offered gold by the people, and he was concerned that residents would become more competitive with each other and waste more spending. In fact, the gift matches escalate and many expensive ornaments are given to my younger brothers for their tenth birthday. For this reason, they were notified to make the gift more commonsense, limited to village specialties.

Of course, this can be said because the Lockhart family is moisturized by the sale of distilled liquor, unlikely in any other knighthood. There are even places where the tax rate exceeds fifty percent, where the livelihoods of the peasants are painful in ordinary villages and they cannot afford to give their offerings to their very lords.

Homemade smoked fruit and pickled fruit syrup line up in front of me. From what I know liquor lovers, some brought homemade wheat liquor in small barrels, but after the Blacksmith Guild liquor review last month, it just seems difficult to serve, and I don't know if "it suits your mouth," I leave confident.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a heartfelt gift, and I say I don't have to worry about it, but it still seems to be because I showed my detention at all those events, or because I get carried away.

(That was a failure. I'm not saying there's no detention, but I have no intention of complaining about the gift...)

After receiving blessings from the villagers, the Scots. Craftsmen of distilled liquor and Blacksmith Guild staff Johnny came to celebrate. When Scott said the words of blessing on behalf of me, he put a bottle before me.

"It's Scotch we vatted. I've been blending several kinds of raw alcohol around eight years."

Vatting the original liquor - meaning blending only malt whiskey - was bound to be my tasting. But this time it looks like you made it just with the Scots by saying it's my birthday present.

The stopper is immediately opened and poured into the glass.

The gorgeous sweet scent of malt whiskey tickles my nose. When I put my mouth on it, there was a slight smokiness in the aroma. It was a really well-balanced whiskey with a scent that spread through my mouth and a smooth enough mouthfeel to say oily. As an eight-year product, it is so complete that it can be fully sold in the previous world.

"It's great, this is!" He was screaming.

Plus, "Best drink I've ever had!" and the admiration comes naturally.

With my admiration, the expression of relief spread to the Scots.

"It bothered me a lot. We weren't sure how far we could go on our own."

"If this can be made constantly, you can sell it out as vatted whiskey (...). Still, this is the best blend I've ever had."

When I'm impressed, Scott puts Johnny forward, "Ultimately, he decides".

Johnny shook his head sideways in a hurry, "No," and said, "We all made up our minds. I just made a few opinions..." he mumbled.

"Johnny has talent. One of these days, can you do a Scotch named Johnny?

When I say that with a laugh, Johnny shakes his neck wide aside and panics out, "That's not true".

"I just said if what Scott and the others made suited my taste. I don't know what formula it might fit with..."

"That's fine," he nods.

"The maker knows the most about the product. I won't deny that. But that's not enough as a product..."

So I see the faces of the Scots.

"I don't deny that the making side will detain me. No masterpiece is born to an unrestrained maker. But a real masterpiece won't come about without asking the opinions of the people who actually drink it. But that's not the biggest promise of all opinions. Including a few opinions, what needs to be improved, I think that attitude produces the best things..."

Lift the glass there.

"So this time you asked me for Johnny's opinion, I consider it a gift more than this delicious drink"

Scott nodded small at my words. And with a serious look,

"Master Zach has been saying this for a long time.“ A tree with only one root cannot widen its branches greatly. So you should not stick to your thoughts, listen to many people, and incorporate them if necessary ”"

I get embarrassed and laugh and delude myself, "I guess I said that," but Scott doesn't break his serious look.

"And you said this too.“ You can't just spread the roots. Without deep, thick roots ”. I try to remember those words all the time. And I say the same thing to the artisans we train in."

Not only Brandon and Calvert, but also the craftsmen coming from Wellburn and Ars snort at the word.

"In any case, what we wanted to give to Master Zach is our determination to continue to pursue delicious liquor. One day, I'll make a distillery that will satisfy Master Zach."

That's what I said and everyone bowed their heads.

With such a snug talk, the Beltrams Dwarves broke in.

Not only Beltram and Meena, but also Ulrich and the other blacksmiths at Ars headquarters, came in to say, "I hear you've got a good scotch," whether more than ten Dwarves smelled booze.

That brings me to a bitter laugh with Dwarf, but I don't see how I wolfed the Scots.

"You said it beforehand," Scott shook his neck sideways, "but I'm talking about the blacksmiths, so I'm sure they'll come," he chuckles.

More Johnny and the others take out a dozen bottles, but at some point the Dwarves had a glass firmly in their hands.

(As always, you have no idea when to take it out. And you must have really smelled it and figured it out?

When I uttered the question, Beltram replied on behalf of me, "I brought a birthday celebration". Beltram's arm had a crate about fifty centimeters a side, but his gaze nailed to a bottle of Scotch already, and there was no further explanation.

Johnny and the others know, so I'm going to pour a scotch into the Dwarves' glass.

"It's the best scotch I've ever had. They say it's based on eight years, but I think the sweet aroma of malt and Pete's smokiness is exquisite."

Hearing my words, he said, "Zach said it was the best!" and a voice of surprise goes up.

"Of course, it means the best at the moment," he adds.

On behalf of Ulrich where Scotch has gone to all, he says "Happy Birthday," and raises the glass. And the dwarves chanted, and raised the glass in the same way.

The moment I laid my mouth on them, their expression changed.

There is no burst of stormy emotions like the first time I drank the Zack collection, but I smiled satisfied and said, "This guy is amazing!" and they all break their faces.

"If the Zach collection is going to taste good, it's not going to taste good enough to envelop the whole body."

Dwarves snort at Gaelnote's sentiments simultaneously.

"That's Lord Scott. I didn't expect it to taste this good," Ulrich and the others admire, but Scott gently denies, "That's Johnny's choice."

The Dwarves gaze at the word concentrates on Johnny. Johnny can't stand that gaze and hastily denies, "I'm a big deal..."

"I think I don't have to be the same craftsman who makes distilled liquor as the one who blends"

When I say that, I say, "Really?" The Dwarves tilted their necks and questioned that Oigen "usually does everything from processing materials to finishing," he said.

"Sure, that may be ideal, but I think the task of blending Scotch is somewhat closer to a cook. In fact, it's not just a blend of Scotch made by Scott. It's a blend of distilled liquor from Brandon and Calvert."

The dwarves nod "enough".

"It's not strange that Lord Scott and the others are craftsmen who make the best materials, and that there are craftsmen who combine them."

Gaelnote, on behalf of, replied so.

(It's time to grow a blender, because there aren't many ingredients yet. Besides, the only people who know what whiskey is about are Scott and the others who know my secret. I'd really like to do it myself, but I can't do it right now...)

With that in mind, Beltram put the crate he had in front of me by saying, "I don't have any more weapons to do with you, so I'll do this one".

"It was made in conjunction with the Kurt's practice," he said, opening the lid and retrieving the model shining in red copper.

That was a model of a straight head type distiller, Pot Still. The size was about thirty centimeters in diameter of the cauldron and about a tenth of the real thing, it was the best model to decorate as a figurine with exquisite construction and beautiful colors.

Looking at it to my hand, I said, "Wow. It's so smooth that I don't even think I struck out the curved surface," he muttered.

"At the end of the day, I finished it," Beltram says, straining his chest.

"I'll let you take care of it. Let me have a good scotch while I look at this guy."

When I said that, the Dwarves laughed, "Don't drink while you think about good liquor."

He then receives heartfelt words of celebration from his family and his squire.

Lunch had a hearty dish of maid length Molly's with her family, and just as at night when she was in Doctus, only six of Zachsextedt had a small party. I feel like I haven't slowed down in a long time in a soothing atmosphere.

I just vaguely thought this situation wouldn't last long.

Liddy was aware of that and grumbled with a serious look on his back when he said, "I'd like to celebrate this way again next year". Beatrice also said, "Right. It's best that nothing happens," he replied.

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The book by the renowned G. E. Merchant as a whiskey researcher, "Tria Whiskey Trivia - The Best Miscellaneous to Give to a Whiskey Lover" contains the following description:

"… on May 25, 2018, the date on which the word" whiskey ”was first recorded in the record. The record is a work log kept by Jonathan Water, who was an employee of the Blacksmith Guild Welburn branch.

That journal says, "Today was Zacharias Lockhart's sixteenth birthday. Take the distillers who are coming to train from Wellburn with Mr. Scott Wishkey and offer them something to celebrate… Mr. Zacharias was used the word" vatted whiskey ”in that seat.

I heard the word "vatted” more than Master Scott and I knew what it meant, but I didn't hear the word “whiskey” and wondered what we meant.

At that time, Lady Scott, Lady Brandon and Lady Calvert had no doubt whatsoever. Then I confirmed to Master Scott the meaning of the word "whiskey”. After showing a slight panic, Master Scott was clouded with words, "Did you say such a thing?"

The scene backed off, but the craftsmen also heard the word "whiskey”. Some people said they might have misheard “Wishkey," and most of them were convinced of it. But I still had my doubts… ".

The blacksmith guild's work log is known to keep accurate records, and since it is difficult to think of a responsible Mr. Water to describe uncertain information, this was considered the first day that the word whiskey was officially used… '