Jack Teeling (above left) and Stephen Teeling (above right) at the Teeling Whiskey Distillery, The Liberties, Dublin 8 which re-opens its doors to visitors on June 29
Hic.
This morning.
Teeling Whiskey celebrates the 5th anniversary of the opening of its Teeling Whiskey Distillery in The Liberties to visitors.
Sinead writes:
Opened in 2015 it was the first new distillery in Dublin for over 125 years and started the revival of Dublin whiskey production.Over the last five years, Teeling Whiskey Distillery has become a stalwart in the vibrant Dublin tourism scene and has welcomed over 500,000 visitors over this time as well as being honoured as one of the best Whiskey Visitor Attractions in the World with over 19 awards from the Tourism and Whiskey community….
Meanwhile…
Sinead adds:
To celebrate, we would love to give Broadsheet readers a chance to to WIN a voucher for ‘A Teeling Trinity Tasting Tour’ for 2 People AND a bottle of Teeling Small Batch to take home! (As soon as the Distillery reopens).
This is a fully guided tour where you can experience first-hand the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of a fully operational distillery followed by a tasting of Teeling Trinity – Small Batch, Single Grain & Single Malt. For a flavour of what you can look forward to, there’s a virtual tour online here
To enter, complete this simple rhyme:
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
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Lines MUST close at MIDNIGHT.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Why is whiskey so wildly appealing
even when you wake up with a slightly foggy feeling?
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Having imbibed Teelings whiskey
feeling excited and frisky
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Or through the Dublin Hills
Than a nip of Bushmills
Ha haaaa.
A thought that floats by
Like a sweet lullaby
Of a glass or two of old Teeling.
I like the Glengarrif series from West Cork myself, the peated barrel one…devine
Protestant
and ?
It’s a protestant whiskey Janet. Protestant. Absolute disgrace they sell it in the Republic. As for Scottser. Disappointed.
you know there are Irish prods right ?
I’ll pretend you didn’t write that young lady.
my irreverance and facetiousness transcends all barrers GOY, even religion.
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
A crystal glass in your grasp
Filled with your finest tipple of teeling.
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
And this lockdown has left you reeling,
To reach for a relaxing glass of Teeling
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Like a bowl of fresh fruit salad
From a company engaged in questionable business practices
Yes, the lads down there at Keelings.
lol
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
That bottle of Teelings,
Was just far too appealing.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
And revealing while you’re kneeling,
That “this Teeling’s quite appealing!”
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Maybe feeling boldly crass
While singing ‘stick it up your behind’
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
At the distillery of Teeling,
And the Tour Guides all are squealing;
“Our small batch he is stealing!
With the cops you’ll soon be dealing!!”,
A thought so unappealing,
(Swig from what you are concealing),
And then with the plaster peeling,
Off your perch you’re keeling,
And through the air you’re reeling,
With regret there’s no concealing,
A CRASH that will take healing,
Claim medics who are kneeling,
And to create no misfeeling,
From wounds that they are sealing,
…Give a little drop more Teeling.
Ahh. That’s better
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Quizzes, masks and social distance
Bored of this virus resistance!
So wash it away with a Teelings
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Smashing your head against the attic door
To revive your mother’s headless corpse
For use in a diabolical ritual
King Paimon has returned
Hail King Paimon
Hereditary is now on Netflix
https://youtu.be/PlRECnm3c8Y
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
“Cos the starvin’ family’s squeelin’…
F*ck ’em! Lash back a few Teelin’!
There’s nothing like that feelin’,
when you’re climbing the ceilin’,
Since the barbers closed,
I’ve got hair like Ronnie Whelan.
….than that black cap click, opening a bottle of Teelings
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Wondering if it’s the done thing,
To add a drop of water to your Teeling.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Set your taste buds reeling,
With a glass of golden Teeling.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Supping on a Teeling,
or two, or three, or four.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
It beats climbing the walls,
Which is no fun at all.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Oh, what a feeling
With a wee drop of Teeling
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
So if it’s Teelings you’re after,
Gerrup in dem rafters!
There’s nothing like that feeling,
when you’re climbing the ceiling,
And the Garda raid your gaff,
cos your youngfella’s been dealing.
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling
Than anticipated healing
From a single-malt Teeling
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Having drunk the purell
Because this pandemic has me dealing
with issues I hadn’t been foreseeing
I wish I’d drank the Teeling
A lot of talent on here today. I normally don’t get inventive until after I have lubricated the old brain cells, but it is a bit early for that :-)
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
of a good rhyme I cannot think,
and I’m talking like Yoda so I could do with that drink
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling
I’ve made no effort to make this appealing
Something something… Teelings
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
A bored bowzy dreaming
Of release with a Teeling.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
In search of Lionel Ritchie,
At a party in full-swing
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
That’s when you’d most appreciate
Some Teeling’s Malt from old D8
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
The spider that took a bite of me,
must be full of radioactivity.
There’s nothing like that feeling
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
I feel sick,
Leave me alone.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
Or painting the walls,
Buck naked of course,
Getting paint on my spectacles,
Did you think I’d say testicles ?
Now get your hands off my Small Batch,
You’re hurting my Teelings.
Got any Ice ?
There’s nothing like that feeling,
when you’re climbing the ceiling,
and you start to think that maybe,
you’re the Trainspotting baby.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
There’s no hope of healing
Gan im agus Teeling.
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
I will arise and go now,
To the Lake Isle of Inishfree
That made me laugh out loud!
There’s nothing like that feeling,
When you’re climbing the ceiling,
And for no apparent reason,
Except I had one to many Teeling.
Was there ever a winner announced for this?
Hi Zaccone
Yes, alas