Reviews of scotch and world whiskies by a history professor, his wife, bird, and three cats.
Reviews of scotch and world whiskies by a history professor, his wife, bird, and three cats.
A lovely Ardmore loaded with plenty of tropical island notes and no lack of fire. This dram was spirited and packed full of flavors. There were so many sweet bits of the charred tropics that it was difficult to remember to try adding any water or giving the dram a moment to breath. Just a few whiffs and that was all I needed to want to dive right into the glass and take a dip.
It is a bit like a restaurant that is a bit too hip and too expensive for its own good, but you give in to the hype to check it out, the food is not bad, but not really worth the price, and you are left at the end of the night not really feeling as though you wasted money, but absolutely sure you are not going back. Or maybe skydiving— or any activity you do once, you are happy you did it, but you would rather not jump out of a perfectly good airplane ever again. Or maybe a fun date with a nice person, but not someone you want to go out with again.
The nose on this was perfectly pleasant, even the first sip was not bad, but the saccharine nature of dram reared its monstrous head and took over. The dram quickly transformed from a light sweet soda to cloyingly artificially sweetened medicine. I was as if after every sip someone added a teaspoon of Sweet & Low to the glass.
