Whisky drowning tragedy

Scot Brian Ettles , 46, drowned after he threw himself inside the 11,000-gallon vat of Glenfiddich whisky on Saturday, 7 January

He will go down in history. What a way to go.

Of course it’s a tragedy, but we’re still waiting to hear from the Dufftown, Banffshire Distillery about what’s going to happen to those 11,000 gallons – 71,000 bottles.

·        Glenfiddich is the world's best-selling single malt whisky

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