For a month with so few holidays, August is hard on my whiskey repository. Maybe sake would be more If anyone needs me, I'll be up to my eyeballs in Scotch until August 16. At which time I may need to be poured into the shower and fed orange juice intravenously.
On the 15th, I'll be turning 97. Fortunately the preceding paragraph should give you some idea what to get me.
I think I might just take the boat out for a spin.