...and what a good friend! This is one of the best drams I ever had - incredibly complex, balanced and dangerously quaffable. It is certainly on eye-level with the best Bowmore and Laphroaig of the sixties but offers a profile of its own. That is why the 1972 vintage of Clynelish is adored by so many connoisseurs and therefore almost impossible to find (whoever owns a bottle will drink it by him-/herself, otherwise he/she is stupid - or greedy). So if you are such a fortunate person crack the bottle open as long as your taste buds are still alive...
The colour is jonquiripe corn and the nose offers an incredibly complex profile that is truly flabbergasting. There are fruits in abundance (both home-grown like green apples and many exotic), several different honey aromas, beeswax, spices, summer floral notes, olive oils, maritime impressions, a hint of smoke and and and... This is a dram to sniff for hours, honestly. Serge called the anti-maltoporn-brigade and rightly so - this is extreme pleasure on my olfactory cells. I have to push myself to take a sip (I could sniff this forever)...
The taste is multi-multi layered on almost all pleasant flavours I can think of (fruits, flowers, honeys, waxes, oils, spices, herbs, molten sugars, nuts...) that come and go in several beautiful waves. Not a single off-note or imbalance, this is a fantastic movie on my tongue! A little reduction with water releases even more aromas and flavours both in the nose and on the palate. I like this dram both neat and somewhat reduced.
The initial mouthfeel is amazing - a charming coating instantly covers the whole of the mouth with a warm and tender feeling on my taste buds. Great! The finish is long (what else?) and extends this delicious encounter into eternity. It slowly vanishes in different fading waves without any distracting bitter or drying moments. Great stuff from the past, period!