Jura is an island in the Scottish Hebrides, just seven miles wide and thirty long. Wrapped in superstition with a litany of strange and bewildering customs, there is but one road, one hotel and a single distillery. Diurachs is the Gaelic word for it's people, proud of their land and the extra fine Whisky they have been making for centuries, they will gladly bend the ear of any visitor. Jura is a small and close knit community of less than two hundred, united by the island they love and the warmth of its people. With a dram in hand, life doesn't get any better.

Many moons ago, the Diurachs were entitled to distil Whisky for personal consumption. Alas, all good things come to an end and meddling politicians introduced a ban in 1781. Some years later, as legend has it, Laird Archibald Campbell awoke, sober it must be said, in the middle of the night to see the ghostly figure of an old woman hovering over his bed. She berated him over a lack of the golden liquid on the island. The apparition persuaded him to reverse prohibition and erect a distillery at an old smugglers cave in the hamlet of Craighouse in 1810. To this day, the distillery employs a unique set of taller stills, permitting an eclectic mix of Malts, a feature that differentiates Jura from its island neighbours