When Two Projects Collide

There is a quest to find a favorite whiskey.  The quest isn't mine, although I admit there are some I like better than others.  Oddly, my favorite so far tastes of smoke and peat and finishes off with the taste of first aid kit. My mother was a nurse, and some of the earliest smells I remember are those of bandages and iodine. That particular whiskey tastes like home.

The container for this brand provides the perfect home for my spindle and the fiber I'm currently working with.