MY SCOTCH STORY
My journey started in 2016, when I came to Scotland for a holiday with my family. The hills, the lochs, the sheep everywhere. Something about this place felt right. Within a year, I was back. Not as a tourist. As a new resident.
The scenery was incredible, but it was the whisky that truly caught me. Not just the drink itself, but everything behind it. The centuries-old traditions. The cooperages. The peat, the barley, the copper stills, the oak casks. I started visiting distilleries, asking questions, learning how it all connected. Every barrel I saw had a story written into the wood. I wanted to be part of that story.
A whisky cask spends years holding spirit, shaping its flavour. The oak absorbs the whisky, the wood darkens, the grain changes.
By the time the last drop is drawn, the barrel has become something else entirely.
That is where my work begins. Every cask that arrives at my workshop tells its own story.
I can see it in the char marks inside the staves, the colour of the wood, the stamps and numbers stencilled on the ends.
A Laphroaig barrel smells different from a Macallan.
A 30-year-old cask feels different under my hands than one that held whisky for just a decade.
I take these barrels apart and turn them into something new.
Lamps, furniture, wall pieces, guitar hangers.
Each one keeps the marks of its past life.
The whisky is gone, but the character of the wood remains.
This is what I do.
I give old casks a new chapter and put a piece of Scotland into your home.
