I walk in, and the selection of scotch seems to be pretty decent. Weird atmosphere -- smelled like smoke. There was an older gentleman sitting in a chair hooked up to oxygen behind the counter. Strange, but whatever. Turns out some of the good scotch on the shelf was in an aisle that was inaccessible to walk in -- covered and blocked by big shelf. I asked the employee if he'd let me walk behind the counter and into the aisle with the good scotch so I could take a look. He shook his head no. So, I walked out.