Fabel Whisky Volume 1

The Ghost Piper Of Clanyard Bay

The first story from new independent bottler Fabel Whisky delves into the legend of ‘The Ghost Piper of Clanyard Bay’, a story from the South West Coast of Scotland. Fabel worked with artist Hugo Cuellar to create an enchanted world, from which label illustrations highlighting characters and scenes form a set of eleven Chapters.

Each of these chapters is represented by a single cask whisky bottled at cask strength, natural colour and without chill filtration. So choose your whiskies, pour a dram, and settle down for a good tale.

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Fabel Whisky Independent Bottler of Single Cask Whiskies

A Well Kept Secret

There was once a small settlement perched on a sea-cliff in Scotland’s wild southwest corner. The four compass points would take you elsewhere – east to the borders, north to the country’s heart,south to glacial lakes and west by boat across the waters but the locals stayed put.

For the land here, which should have been barren, was remarkably rich for farming (a well-kept secret).

The Hollow Cave

Lashed by rain, these were hardy folk as tough as the granite rock beneath their feet.

They did not complain or scare easily, but for one strange thing: on stormy nights, when the moon was nearly drowned, eerie screams seemed to come from below them.

There, where jarring waves met rugged bay, stood a gapping, hollow cave.

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Fabel Whisky Independent Bottler of Single Cask Whiskies

An Old Piper Appears

The cave was left untouched until, one day as the earth was thawing, an old piper appeared with a dog. The rough hound was as grey as the beard of its owner. The piper was surely the finest in the land (as no doubt was his father before him).

His bagpipes were crudely made and yet, from this instrument, came a merry sound that even stopped the crows from cawing. No one had heard such cheerful tunes.

Into The Cave, Piping All The Way

And so, accompanied by his faithful dog, the piper ventured into the cave, playing boldly as we went. At the entrance, the locals waited and listened.

Hours passed and the pipes grew quieter until there was no sound at all. Suddenly the hound, once shaggy, ran out of the cave howling, without a single hair left on his shivering body.

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Fabel Whisky Independent Bottler of Single Cask Whiskies

Fairies Cry In Fury

Deep underground, the piper continued to play as the fairies yelled, cursing him to leave. On he went, with a chill upon him, towards a distant light.

The music soared above the terrible cries until the piper reached the cave’s centre. The piper was now in the mouth of a dreadful storm yet still he played.

Furious at being bested by a human, the fairies departed, leaving a labyrinthine of mazes behind them to trap the poor piper inside.

The Faint Sound of Pipes From Below

The piper was never seen again and not one settler could later recall his face. The cave’s entrance is now long gone, but hear me!

Stand on that cliff in the middle of the night and a faint melody of pipes can still be heard coming from the depths below.

Fabel Whisky Independent Bottler of Single Cask Whiskies