That is right, the first whisky bottled in 2019 that we’re trying on little WF! Every year a great moment, a moment that happens earlier and earlier in the year, having said that. Colour: reddish mahogany. Nose: sherry, walnuts, chestnuts, strawberries, figs, geranium, peonies, rosehip tea, prunes, goji berries. That’s right. Some pencil shavings too. Mouth: there’s more grains in mezcal, I’m telling you. In truth this is the heaviest form of whisky one could think of, chock-full of caraway, sloe, blackberries, cloves, morellos, and the oddest Outer-Mongolian herbal liqueurs ever. Really totally odd and un-whisky, perhaps a drink for hard-brexiters only? Finish: extremely long, liqueury, pine-y, heavy, thick, invading, tarry… Comments: a statement? A cry for help? A tribute to the Austro-Hungarian empire? Slade? T-Rex? Golden Earring?
SGP:382 - 82 points.