In 1987 I did the Jura fell-race on the Isle of Jura, Scotland (I can't recommend the race it if you want to continue living http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0avUqAYa2bw). It was sponsored by Jura whisky. On the way back we stopped at an hotel at the north end of Loch Lomond. In the bar (tartan carpet of one of the clans) a local 'character' who had not been sober since 1959 proceeded to interrogate me after he saw the Jura race T-shirt I was wearing. 'De, ye like, Jura, laddie?. This was repeated every 30 secs for about 10 mins, accompanied by an increasingly brutal finger-prodding in my right nipple. Finally, I contemplated what his blood would look like on the tartan carpet.
I've therefore always had a fondness for a wee dram of Jura, and as I had a bottle this Xmas, I thought I'd put it to good use!
De yer lik Jura?