Father Son Talk II

The father and son drank in silence for a short while, before Ivan started to gaze at his son. His eyes overflowed with pride before he started pouring another glass.

"Nikolai, I am proud of you. I hope you know that."

"How embarrassing Dad." 

Nikolai took his glass, sipping more of the burning whiskey, but what surprised him was that after three glasses, the heat became comforting and the taste came through thicker.

A sweet caramel taste with hints of dark chocolate and tobacco with earth and a rich malty flavour filled his mouth. 

He couldn't stop from smacking his mouth, licking his cheeks to savour the flavour, when he noticed his father's amused expression.

"Haha, did you finally appreciate the taste?"

"It's delicious, the subtly sweet flavour enhances the earthy malt flavour." 

"Look at you, my little boy trying to sound sophisticated, how did the years pass so fast, Nikolai?"