For the modern-day refined caveman that wishes to drink in style there has never been many options. However, no longer must evolutionary holdouts succumb to the indignity of having to sip an 18-year-old single malt Scotch from a glass chilled with common ice cubes. Surely success has some rewards, and for the discerning caveman who has lasted this long there can be no greater reward than surviving itself. Oh, that and these Whiskey Stones cut by some enterprising soapstone workers in Perkinsville, Vermont. For use when only the finest will do.