I just finished reading Neil Ridley's Drinkin' Like It's 1985 in Issue 127 and it definitely struck a chord, especially when he mentioned his current search for bottles of White Horse brand whisky. My first taste, and bottle, of Scotch was White Horse. It was the summer of 1967 and although working in a "dry" county of Tennessee, I was taken by some of my co-workers to a local bootlegger's shop and when I got to the front of the line, the only whisky left was a pint of White Horse Scotch Whisky. To be honest, I do not remember a thing about the whisky and over the years I have progressed far beyond this expression. A few years ago, while in Naples, I noticed that the hotel bar had White Horse on the shelf and I decided to try my first scotch again. Unfortunately, I learned why it was the bootlegger's last bottle and why I do not see it on any shelves in the US. Happily though, it did not destroy my taste for good whisky or whiskey.