The wife declared it, “the kind of Ledaig I like,” and what more can I say. Though her initial notes are always brief and to the point— a style I am sure those who find me a bit wordy would enjoy— once she has had a few drams, she becomes more verbose with increasingly detailed and specific descriptions. I will never forget her describing a Craigellachie as “two dudes in pastel sundresses enjoying a late summer vineyard stroll.” That is a flavor note with some layers to unpack. She kept in simple with this, which reflected her enjoyment— though she was a bit more reserved on subsequent blind tastings of it.
Mental Image: Burnt Sage & a Cocktail Cleanse
Maritime, herbal, and barbecue. Exceptionally coastal— maritime memories of slate-colored water, a small charcoal grill, and a bag of lemons, cheese, and herbs to prep dinner. Dehydrated lemon slices paired with medicinal herbal notes of mugwort, sage, and coriander seeds. As smoke wafted off white-hot coal, the herbal notes turned toward savory barbecue meats, peppery herbal rubs, and fat trimmings.
Medium-bodied with dirty notes of saltwater, citrus, and herbs. The wife proposed a cocktail: smoked lemons and muddled mint with a salted rim. Citrusy brine and dirty coal smoke carried hints of sage and burning herbs. Mint and graphite appeared on the mid-palate as a slightly acrid smoke slid further into focus. Dirty and industrial on the one hand, burning herbs and cleansing rituals on the other, perhaps a cocktail was the best way to describe the experience.
Lingering notes of smoky citrus and mineral-rich saltwater.