Truth in the Tall Tales: Wild Haggis & Nessie in Glass
Some stories are best served neat.
Our Myths, Legends & Lore collection has always celebrated Scotland’s wilder side — the stories passed down, half believed, half laughed at, wholly loved. But for months, two creatures circled in the background, just out of reach: the Wild Haggis and Loch Ness Monster.
We didn’t want cartoons. We didn’t want cliché. What we wanted — and what we waited for — was something quieter. A kind of subtle humour. The kind you might miss at first glance, then spot on the second look… and smile knowingly.
The Wild Haggis
The design began, as these things often do, with a conversation. Our engraver John swears the haggis runs around Highland mountains with one leg longer than the other, so it doesn’t fall off the edge. Female haggises, he adds seriously, have the longer leg on the opposite side — so when they meet males running the other way, they can catch them.
This sort of thing demands a glass.
So, our haggis isn’t just comic — it’s rooted. He’s plump. Determined. Gazing forward with the focus of a creature who knows he’s a legend. His legs? Uneven. Naturally. Beneath him, the words: Wild Haggis – Legends Never Run Straight …set in undulating text, just like the hill paths he runs. It’s humour — but layered with a touch of truth, and a nod to those who’ve told the tale before us.
Nessie
Nessie was different. We didn’t want a tourist-trap serpent with cartoon eyes. She needed dignity — and ambiguity. Our design shows just her head and neck, rising out of the water, but looking back… at a distant boat.
There’s something prehistoric in her shape — a nod to the plesiosaur theory, maybe — but she’s quiet. Still. Watching.
Underneath, we engraved her formal name: Nessiteras rhombopteryx — which, delightfully, is also an anagram of “Monster hoax by Sir Peter S” (we’ll leave that for the cryptozoologists to debate). And below that, simply: Nessie. Because if you’re going to believe in anything, let it be something this iconic.
Why Whisky Glasses?
We kept both designs exclusive to whisky tumblers. Because that’s where these stories belong — in the slow curl of a dram, the pause before the next sip, the warm glow of shared nonsense and not-quite-lies.
These glasses aren’t loud. They’re not novelty. They’re almost believable. And in Scotland, that’s the most serious kind of fun there is.