On a rock overlooking the river Spey sits a distillery called Craigellachie. At night, when the moon is full, you can see the worm tubs glisten. These long snaking tubes cool the liquid and bring out a strong, meaty flavor. The result, a single malt that’s anything but smooth. Clove-studded baked apples. Sulphury cordite. Hefty, malty, mazy in the mouth. Bonnie Sweet, but with fire in its belly.