I was reading about Diageo getting a knock on the door from Scottish regulators. Something spilled — not water, not barley mash, but toxic stuff — near Moray, where they distill more than just dreams.
No one’s saying how much or what exactly leaked, just that it wasn’t supposed to leave the pipes. The river didn’t ask for it. Neither did the birds or the sheep grazing nearby.
Diageo says they’re cooperating. Of course they are. Everyone cooperates after the spill. Before? That’s where the real story lives — quiet, unrecorded, and probably in a spreadsheet no one reads until something stinks.
