After sharing this with plentitude [not dissimilar to a Greenore 8yo that I couldn’t even shift at a vivacious NYE party], it comes to me to polish off the bottle. It’s time. The bottle has been open for over two years and the level is low. Unlike the Greenore, this has more to offer though I’ve struggled with it all the way. As usual, this has appeared more of a hit with the wider whisky community.
N: Even with only one dram left in the bottle for too long, it still kicks out some heat and energy. Young grain huh? Whilst demonstrating a reoccurring lactose-y/butyric edge, industrialised caramel > butterscotch and rich & thick vanilla custard-covered densely-sweetened apple dessert, covers the confectionary/patisserie aspect. Additionally, I pick out slightly scorched porridge, hints of rose water and ground sesame seeds that lead to a dustiness that is not unlike very dry soil and crushed Shreddies.
T: Straight-up fairly rich bourbon-matured column still spirit-driven arrival into a slightly milky husky delivery, soon followed by fragrant chilli vanilla pods, a small chink of an Extra Strong Mint and one lick of a Fisherman’s Friend. Boy, is this hangover juice or what? I pick out dried dill a number of times on the arrival, as a pleasing passing peripheral note. You could imagine this grain might have been cracking aged another twenty years, though maybe that heat would have become uncontrollable?
F: On the turn, cream [that’s on the turn], and much like the nose, a rich and straight-as-a-die salivating vanilla juiciness and a dusty shallow aromatic heat to follow. True to form, barley sugar concludes.
C: Absolutely fine in small infrequent doses. Any more than that became a chore.