Drambuie /dræmˈbuːi/ is a sweet, golden coloured 40% ABV liqueur made from scotch whisky, honey, herbs and spices.
The brand had been owned by the MacKinnon family for a hundred years but was bought by William Grant & Sons in 2014. It has been produced under contract at the Morrison Bowmore Distillers facility at Springburn Bond, Glasgow since 2010.
The name "Drambuie" derives from the Scottish Gaelic phrase an dram buidheach, "the drink that satisfies".
After the Battle of Culloden in 1746, Prince Charles Edward Stuart fled to the isle of Skye. There, he was given sanctuary by Captain John MacKinnon of Clan MacKinnon. According to family legend, after staying with the captain, the prince rewarded him with this prized drink recipe. This version of events is disputed by historians who believe it to be a story concocted to boost sales of the drink.
The legend holds that the recipe was then given in the late 19th century by Clan MacKinnon to James Ross. Ross ran the Broadford Hotel on Skye, where he developed and improved the recipe, initially for his friends and then later to patrons in the 1870s. Ross then sold it further afield, eventually to France and the United States . The name was registered as a trademark in 1893.
25, has anybody seen my life?
I lost it somewhere '95
Time stands still and time sure flies
Slower, faster everyday
I did tons of stuff today, and I did nothing anyways
And that's the thing, it's all the same
Nothing changes
(Chorus)
Have no hopes I have no dreams
I think to much and then I scream
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts
I can see, it's hard to take this seriously
And you might even laugh at me
But I'm way past self-irony, I mean business
(Chorus)
Happy memories, running 'round
I'm seven years old, frass beneath my feet, stay
outside until it gets cold
Cut to present day, I just stay indoors all summer
Whine my days away
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts