Reviews of scotch and world whiskies by a history professor, his wife, bird, and three cats.
I think if tropical fruit notes are what you want, there are much better bottles to search out. If you are a fan of citric not overly sweet drams, this might be more up your alley.
If this gets an F, its only because it stands for ‘Flipping Amazing’ (or insert the obvious stronger language there for a stronger exclamation). This was absolutely outstanding.
An absolutely lovely Bowmore. Loads of lovely notes from the oak, wine, and peat that really compliment one another. I enjoyed the bit of decaying vegetation and rot that came through with the stewed fruits and the dark chocolate. The prominent aroma of chestnuts gave the dram a real unique edge, the note was so unusual I had to check and make sure I was not imaging it.
The body on this was just excellent and there was just enough spice and cream to keep the sweeter notes interesting. I was a great introduction to single grain and I can see how this would be an excellent ingredient in a blended scotch— mouthfeel, cream, florals, sweetness— this could add them all and maybe balance earthier or peatier notes.
The hints of smoke and caramelization gave the dram some depth, though too much of the spice remained faint and subdued in the background. Adding water to the dram only seemed to bring out the honeyed sweetness and leave many of the other flavor notes sunk in the background. It was an interesting dram— I would happily accept a pour of it, but I do not think I will be hunting a bottle any time soon.
There is a lot to love and I am sure fans of Bunnahabhain would enjoy this take on some of herbal sweet notes I typically get from their expressions. I guess I still have not quite found the Bunna to punch my ticket aboard the hype train, though this was the best I have had so far.
Absolutely lovely. The mild hints of peaty smoke and salt enhance the dominant fruity orange notes. An excellent oily and full flavored body with a refreshing finish, this dram is dangerously delicious. This is the kind of bottle that you could inadvertently finish without even realizing it.
This was absolutely stunning. It was wonderfully complex. It was not overly sweet, overly funky, or overly influenced by the oloroso. It was a goldilocks dram, hitting so many different notes so well.
Mild and tame; the Peat Faerie is the most restrained of all mythical peat creatures.
Ao, one of Suntory’s latest product launches, leverages the monolithic size of the company to blend together whiskies from every corner of the globe (where Suntory at least partially owns a distillery). According to Suntory, in Japanese Ao means blue and blue is the color of the water that connects each of these distilling regions to one another. In Tahitian one meaning of the word Ao is world, so in my opinion the label makes more sense if we just pretend as though Suntory intended it to be read in Tahitian.
It is a solid pick up for any fan of Port Charlotte and is priced extremely competitively compared to independently bottled single cask Port Charlottes. This ‘small batch’ Port Charlotte has a unique and enjoyable flavor profile.
My notes became far more positive in each subsequent tasting session. Some time resting in the bottle, remembering to add a bit of water, and perhaps the nature of the day’s weather all changed the experience just a bit and allowed additional complexity to come through in the glass.
This is everything I wanted out of the Highland Park 18 Year but did not find. This was full bodied, full flavored, and fully satisfying. It had an intensity and clarity of flavor that the standard 18 was lacking and an excellent chewy oily body.
No Name is a salty maritime dram laced with tar and coal soot. It is definitely peatier than the Peat Monster, but is still restrained— far from being a peat bomb— the teenage peat and additional of creamy highland malt round off some of the phenolic bite.
The bottle is delicious and thought provoking, a worthy pick up for anyone looking to explore American Single Malts, barley, yeast, or sherry casks.
It is a dinosaur, fun to see in a museum, but probably not the ideal animal to have as a pet.
The spectrum of earthy, mineral, and clay notes on this were as stunning as they were unique. I have never had anything quite like the burning cow paddy I found inside this bottle— the sort of savory, musty, earthy, grassy smoke. It was delicious, dung and all.
Maybe this dram was a unicorn, maybe a snowflake, whichever metaphor works, it was amazing, it was unique, and while I am sad I won’t be having another pour of it, I know there are always other fish in the sea.
