Day of the Dead Distilleries Deux

Please join SDSC in a “celebration of life” for eight distilleries now passed on to the big warehouse in the sky. Many expressions are off the market entirely and some are rarities that are skyrocketing in value and nearly impossible to find.

Darkness falls upon the land
One by one the stills go dead
Each murdered by a corporate hand
So vodka could be poured instead

They slew the ancient and the young
And let their corpses rot in mud
Yet now you wait with thirsty tongue
To taste their final golden blood

You start to feel a numbing chill
The thrill of what you shall consume
The spawn of but eight hallowed stills
Await within eight glassy tombs

Yet as the spirit meets its end
Your Glencairn starts to quiver
For few mere mortals dare to send
The Undead to their liver