Lagavulin always seems a bit dear. The Lagavulin 16 is a thing of beauty, for sure. On the subject of mucking about with names and expressions, years ago I was a Macallan addict, then they started mucking about and I never knew which of the labels belonged to the beloved Macallan ten-year-old. Around the same time I developed a taste for the peaty, smoky Islay ones so I stopped fretting about Macallan. I watch the shelves like a hawk for the Talisker 10-year-old on sale with a few quid off, but more often than not it isn't even there, replaced by those extremely unworthy substitutes Talisker Skye and Talisker Storm. Is nothing sacred?