,…. [Patrick] pours me a more-than-generous glug of the whisky in question from a bottle in his backpack. Looking through WB reviews, it seems I’m not the only one. Distilled in my birth year and month, I initially taste this blind.
N: A jammy/gooey Brora-esque delight with a fresh smoky peatiness. We are talking here of the ultimate heaven-sent Jammy Dodgers, in stark contrast to the real branded ones that are not ultimate in any way. I keep going back for the fruits.
T: Without getting all deep & meaningful, this whisky is a beauty! Brora surely? Whilst the journey reveals more smoky peatiness than Brora or Clynelish would/did generally produce, I keep returning again to the nose for the fruits, and the same for the arrival. With balance personified come sublime oak-matured malt sugars. This is joyous juice.
F: Whilst it still remains Brora/Clynelish-esque for a time, the blackened tar-like charcoal finish tells of another distillery, unless there was a heavy peat week up at Inverbrora in 1973. It’s only really Ledaig, as I know it, at the tail.
C: A quasi-Brora/Clynelish-esque single malt for a fraction of the cost. I will have to look into getting myself a bottle [now on the wishlist].