Every blend has a story. This one starts in Canape Wines, with Andy behind the counter and a regular called Martin McCabe holding court.

Martin had a turn of phrase like nobody else. We can't tell you exactly what prompted it that day — chances are it was something fairly mundane that Martin decided didn't deserve a normal reaction — but out it came: "Yer Aunt Fanny's Cat's Arsehole." Andy heard it, and it never really left.

It became one of those phrases that just stuck around the way the best ones do — dropped into conversation at exactly the wrong moment, usually followed by someone laughing far too hard at something that, written down, makes no sense at all.

Martin was a brilliant, larger-than-life guy — dad to a brood of kids scattered from Bellshill all the way down to Nottingham, and by all accounts one of the most committed McEwan's Export drinkers Scotland has ever produced. He passed away, but the phrase he left behind became something of a Whisky Blender institution.

So when it came to naming our oldest consistent blend, there was really only one option. YAFCA — Yer Aunt Fanny's Cat's Arsehole — has been with us for 14 years now, and it's bottled in Martin's memory. Pale straw, fast legs, wet grass and liquorice on the nose, green apples and lime on the palate. Properly good stuff, named after properly daft words said by a properly good man.

Pour yourself a dram, or — if you're feeling adventurous — try it the way we sometimes do: one part YAFCA to three parts sweet tea over ice. Either way, raise it to Martin.