"Sure it is; brand new.

Yep, stuff ain't been in more'n five days.

Smooth, ain't it?
Medicine, that's what I call it; a gentleman's drink--goes down like water." Observing a rather quizzical light in the eyes of Bard, he felt that he had probably been making a few missteps, and being warmed greatly at the heart by the whisky, he launched forth in a new phase of the conversation..