AWAKENING SPIRITS OF THE OUTER HEBRIDES
It’s midnight in the Outer Hebrides and I’m standing, silent and still, watching a deer that’s paused on the crest of a hill. Ahead of us, the landscape stretches and sprawls for miles, climbing and falling all the way to the mountains in the distance. Despite the hour, it’s still light. The sky is tinged with pink, a flash of peach streaks across the sky. It’s midsummer, and we’re being treated to a special extended viewing of the gloaming. The sun will barely dip below the horizon before it appears again in the morning; when it does, it will unveil wildflower-speckled marshes, craggy hills, and mountains that plummet into the sea beside white sand beaches. These diverse landscapes converge on the Isles of Harris and Lewis, a place of dramatic contrasts.
I’m here to visit the source of Larkfire, ‘Wild Water for Whisky’. Like all the best ideas, the inspiration for Larkfire struck around the dining table, with an open bottle of a good single malt.
Co-founder James McIntosh asked for a drop of water to add to the
