Emotive Malts - Glenturret 19 YO, distilled 1999, 28/082 63.9%

It's a cool afternoon in late spring, and as the sound of leather on willow rings out around the village green, WG hoists a short, leg side delivery to deep on, and tea is taken early.

As he walks to the oak lined boundary accompanied by a ripple of polite applause for his arduous 19, he spies that cake is already being served and his mood improves - he'd better get those pads off quickly. Returning from the club house and its odours of mould and linseed, someone hands him a slice of lemon meringue pie which he tucks into as the smell of recently lit coal fires begins to penetrate the damp cold air.

The sherbet fizz of the meringue melting on his tongue piques his palate and he decides it is time for a tipple - it being the gentlemanly hour of 4pm after all. Scanning the drinks table he glosses over the lime cordial and spots a bottle of Riesling, but it is old Mrs Turret's trifle which grabs his attention. The stuff of legend, he quickly cuts himself a slice and spoons liberally into his mouth, leaving traces of custard trapped in his beard and moustache.

Wow, it's quite a mouthful - complex and understated - more savoury than he had expected but there's something missing that he can't quite put his finger on. It's not until the second mouthful that it finally hits him - the old bird has forgotten to put the bloody sherry in. It's just not trifle without the sherry, in as much as the current trend for leg theory and short bowling (which has had him in a pickle if he's honest) is simply not cricket! 

He sighs at the thought of life’s little disappointments and the unstoppable force of a world that is quickly changing around him. Persevering, he washes down the last of the trifle with the Riesling, vowing to be more open minded about life in general...