Whisky Sponge has received this exclusive extract from the diary of Professor Jill Bumsden (in fact she placed considerable pressure upon us to publish this) giving fascinating insight into the creative process behind Glenmorangie and Ardbeg.

02.39 – Remove excess body hair, have a quick ten minute blast on the turbo-bidet and turn in for the night.
04.30 – Rise and shine! Quickly update dream diary, sleep-invented seven new bottlings! If Paul McCartney could write Yesterday in his sleep, I can dream up a way to flog the leftover pallets of that Ardbeg 8yo!
04.50 – Men from the council come round to give me a power wash. Big Billy knows how I like it, he always has such sensitive action with the crevice-nozzle.
05.00 – A couple of swift septuple espressos and then it’s time to dedicate an hour to the ongoing work on my autobiography. Agent tells me new working title ‘Up The Shitter’ is a considerable improvement on the previous title. Feel like “touching the outer postcode of publishability” is the sort of feedback a girl needs at 5am!
06.00 – Exercise time! Really getting into my Jazzurbate workouts, competition level masturbation to exotic rhythms. My core is puckering like Donald Trump in a Miss World changing room.
06.30 – First Teams meeting of the day, only a few new lawsuits filed against me this week so pretty straightforward stuff.
07.00 – Head over to the lab. Nobody there. Get naked for a while.
07.45 – Get started with complex art of blending together the latest batch of Glenmorangie 12 year old. Have to open new stock software programme, export list of all casks with AYS now above 12 years, do select all, cut and paste into ‘Bottle now’ tab, then have to go through and toggle the crash dilution, femto-filtration and dark matter caramel options. Takes at least three fucking minutes! No one appreciates me…
07.50 – Light breakfast of Currywurst, whole roast salmon, root beer float and venison porridge. Jazzurbate works up quite the appetite.
08.00 – Staff begin to arrive. Scramble to put clothes back on. Leopard print lab spandex on inside out and shard of Currywurst snared in armpit vent but don’t think anyone noticed.
08.10 – Get team together for pep talk. Tell them they’re great blah blah blah. Dole out a surprise firing at the end – keeps everyone on their toes. Bit of waiting around for people to stop crying, frustrating as keen to get on with the day!
08.30 – Concept meet for new bottlings. Still a lot of remnant inventory of Glenmorangie Cake, suggest re-bottling as Glenmorangie Bakesale and offering at cash-recovery pricing. Response from team charitably describable as lukewarm.
Glenmorangie A Tale Of Tokyo feedback is in. Apparently, customers find association of such a culturally vibrant and iconic city with ‘impenetrably bland’ product is generating unsustainable levels of cognitive dissonance. Team agrees new series with Glenmorangie Milton Keynes and Glenmorangie Knaresborough both strong contenders for the follow up release.
Decide to unveil new concepts I’ve been working on:
Ardbeg ‘Bottle You Own’ – follow up to that £16 million cask thing we did. Get coopers to make 250 liter casks in precise shape of Ardbeg bottle (paint green?) and sell as new fillings for £2.5 million a pop. Seems to have traction with marketing.
Glenmorangie ‘Le art de la piss take’ – if we can summon the shamelessness to release a 25yo Californian chardonnay finish for £2k a bottle, surely we can do something a bit French with some sort of random wine cask thing and do an 18yo for 2.5k…? Big thumbs up from everyone!
Ardbeg 10yo 100 proof – Bit of a far out one this one. Take a careful selection of refill hogsheads and a few first fill barrels of Ardbeg, marry them together, reduce slowly to 57.1% and release a one-off special version of Ardbeg 10 at the classic 100 proof strength, designed to really showcase the distillery character. Unanimously rejected.
Glenmorangie: The Robo-Jill Scoosh-Bot 3000 X Lamborghini – Been feeling somewhat jealous of all the whisky / posh car / sex toy fusion products coming out of Bowmore and Macallan lately. Suggest a fully functioning sex doll in my image, entirely constructed from sustainable materials, that gets delivered in a Lambo Revuelto and can squirt Glenmorangie Signet. The dashboard could be made out of a cask or some shit like that and we’ll do a blokey version with a valinch for a willy. Haven’t approached Lamborghini yet, but team suggests if we can’t get them then Citroen would deffo be up for it. This one get’s all round thumbs up for fastracking!
Team suggests I sacrifice what ‘microns of credibility’ I still possess after the Rollercoaster set and do a bottling called Glenmorangie Custard so we can re-create the Cake photoshoot and really ‘drill into the bukkake energy’. Sign me up, I declare with gusto.
11.00 – Do big virtual tasting for bunch of whisky geeks on my Only Fans. They love it! Big coin for Jill!
12.00 – Pick single casks for private customers with my tried and proven darts and a blindfold method. New rules are in from the Head of Ultra High Net Wankers division: single casks are only to be sold to private individuals who will gift them and NOT retail them. Unless they pretend that they won’t, in which case they can, especially if it means they will buy a cask.
12.30 – Suggestively smoke large cigar with my office door open while everyone trying to assess cask samples
13.00 – Lunch: suckling pig, Curlywurly.
14.00 – Lab reports back to me after I asked them to explore if there’s any way to further asset strip charisma from the Glenmorangie distillate. Conclusion is that this ‘remains impossible with existing technology’.
14.30 – First test bottling of Ardbeg ‘One Million Parts Per Million’ arrives on my desk. Cork comes out ok, but seems to be a physical peat brick encased in glass; unable to pour into glass – needs more work. Suggest possibly selling bottle with special insertable stick and then people can smash glass and have peat lolly? Mixed reception from team.
15.00 – Afternoon Jazzurbate session. Draining! Lab staff ask if I can use the gym next time.
16.00 – Visit experimental warehouse where we are developing Glenmorangie Rave series. Batches of slow growth, quietly confident, north facing, personally motivated, lightly toasted, tentatively massaged, medium char, deeply exfoliated, Ozark American white oak hogsheads of Glenmorangie maturing in separate dance spaces playing continual playlists of techno, house and jungle choons. Careful analysis required to discern which genre of music is delivering the best results. Quite difficult to do after skulling two eccies and feeling the euphoric rhythms course through my soul.
17.00 – Attend Keeper Of The Quaich dinner. I’m being made a Grand High Teabagger Of The Quaich. Ceremonial penetration by the sacred salmon instigates rapid comedown. Takes all my focus while formally dunking my lady mudguards in that wee quaich not to throw a massive whitey!
18.00 – Receive surprise award as runner up in the Most Skillfully Erotic Master Distiller competition (damn you, Jim Beveridge, you sensual bastard!)
20.00 – Go for post-dinner game of golf with industry colleagues from William Grant & Sons, Gordon & MacPhail and Iain MacLeod. Get relentlessly bullied for not having gone to private school. Little do they know the arousal their taunts kindle within me.
21.00 – Toss off a couple of well-worn penis jokes then it’s home time for me.
22.00 – Write a few more White Papers. ‘Marketing In Space: Zero ideas for zero gravity’, ‘Lies: A Distiller’s Guide To The Scientific Misuse Of The Word Innovation’, ‘Molecules of Misery: The Science Of Crywanking Into a Mashtun’
23.50 – Brush teeth.
00.30 – Gargle with Ardbeg 1976 Manager’s Choice while silent tears course down my cheeks as I contemplate the sacrificing of my professional reputation on the altar of indifferent multinational capitalism and how the cumulative efforts of my life have merely dusted the pockets of the intermittently wealthiest man on the planet.
00.45 – Meditative sleepytime Jazzurbate.
01.00 – Early bedtime.










