Yellow straw with many regular tears, fast and thick, then second wave very slow, almost suspended in time.
The drop on the palm.
Very cereal, wheat, wheat flour, then, sudden change.
Toasted bread, burnt, old wood, mineral white wine and lemon of southern Burgundy.
All this is seriously fruity, nice waking up on the white peach and juicy mineral lemon, a little bit of apricot in syrup and whole pineapple.
The smoking wood is never far, little peat burnt, morning rusk forgotten in the toaster, a little honey and melted butter.
Maritime liberation iodized around the seaweed.
Cooked mango surfaces before leaving its pulpit with vanilla wood and smoked cereals.
The texture is dense and oily, what roundness, soft and fat.
A fruity attack, but this time, although the peach is recognized, it is yellow, the apricot again and then the white fruit of the pear and the tart red apple.
The honey of aubepine flowers honey.
The Whisky grows, wakes up on the slightly plasticized peat moss where one crosses the dry straw, the blond tobacco and the vanilla wood coating chocolate.
the end of the mouth dictates rosemary and zan.
The finish is long and rises crescendo in power, like a wake up after a serene finish.
Green leaves, chlorophyll mint, wet rock, metal and sea salt.
Long persistence of camelina oil.
The empty glass is pastry on the cake dough, the exoticism of pineapple and pink grapefruit. Earth and fruity cantal to close the tasting.
In conclusion, a Whisky beautifully made, where the full aging rum cask obviously gives it its kind but not forgetting to leave the primary identity of Springbank is not hidden, far from it.
Far from being very complex, it has the merit of being well defined, it is not a rough draft.
An everyday whisky for any situation, is not that what we are looking for most of the time?
In any case, it's a Springbank!
And I love him a lot.
If it had to be given a subjective note, it would be a 87.