Yeahhhh. So save a Glenmorangie bottle, refill it with Canadian Hunter, and pretend to be using it when she visits. I have a neighbor down the road who will only drink Crown Royal, when he drinks, says it's the best whisky there is.......as he pours two fingers over ice in a tea glass and fills it up with Coke. He could do the same thing with Jim Beam or stale Diesel fuel for that matter and never know the difference.
Back when I was a City Police reserve officer, I worked security for a lot of Hispanic music DJ Dances, This was a BYOB place, and most of the tables had a bottle of Crown Royal sitting on them.
The Drink of choice was Crown Royal, mixed with OJ
Maybe it was a status thing?
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Funny story:
When I was in my 20s, I got into drinking hard liquor, not a lot mind you, but I tried 'em all, didn't like most of them. I had all kinds of different bottles in a built in china closet with windowed doors. That phase didn't last long and by chance, about a year later I moved to a different town. I boxed up the half full bottles and they ended up in the cellar of the new place and I forgot about them for years. So, about 5 years later, I'm cleaning the cellar, and think I gotta get rid of all this booze.
I had recently joined a sportsman club, because they had a gun range. They'd have parties in the clubhouse, where members would bring bottles of booze for the bar...that way the bar would have what each member would want. I learned quick, that most of these guys had there favorites and anything else was rotgut. Windsor was a common favorite...and was kind of the "House" whiskey, I figured it was because it was cheap. So, I get this idea to grab a few empty Windsor bottles and bring them home. I then pour all my different half bottles of whiskey/bourbon/scotch/Irish in a mixed up fashion into these Windsor bottles. I figured no one would tell the difference, especially those that were ordering Whiskey-seven or whatever and not specifying a brand of whiskey. At the next Meeting night at the sportsman club, I stashed 3 bottles of my "mix-n-match" Windsor in the Club's liquor cabinet without anyone noticing.
Two weeks later, we had Steak Fry party fundraiser. An old timer member (Johnny), he was one of the original members, anyway he is at the bar and orders a Windsor on the rocks. The bartender goes into the liquor cabinet and reaches for a bottle, and pours the drink. Johnny takes a sip and spits it out...He asks, "how old is that bottle?" Johnny adds, "Something is wrong with it." Johnny and the bartender look over the bottle and don't notice anything strange. Now Johnny is an excitable fellow who isn't shy about making a scene, He grabs the bottle and exclaims, "It's awful" and throws it in the trash and commands the bartender to open a new bottle. The Bartender grabs another bottle out of the cabinet, opens it, and pours another drink for Johnny. Johnny screams, "this one is even worse". OK, by that time, I am laughing my butt off and am standing at the bar as well...but I'm the only one laughing. Everyone else is silent and looking toward the bar. Johnny asks me, "what's so funny?". I tell him I think his taster is off, and everyone else starts laughing. Another bottle gets thrown in the trash with lots of loud swear words...The bartender looks in the liquor cabinet and grabs another bottle, this one had a seal still on it...luckily they didn't notice the first two bottles didn't have a sealed seal. Johnny gets a pour out of the new bottle and says it's much better and things calm down.
Months later, I did tell Johnny about the Windsor bottles I filled...While he wasn't happy, he understood why I didn't mention it that night... he said, " I'd have tore you head off, if I knew it was you messing with my Windsor"