Of course, the first sip remains completely out of the evaluation, and yet, despite an extremely restrained and cautious approach, I immediately have the impression that I have something excessively hot in my mouth. Extremely violent. The second sip doesn't get much more comfortable. I notice sweetness, apricot and raspberry spirit when I try to break down the sweetness further. In and of themselves very fine, pleasant notes, but there are two catches. On the one hand, the malt is still far too strong in the alcohol to represent a real pleasure, on the other hand, the mighty wine barrel kills the distillate in a way that is otherwise only known from very heavy sherry casks. A Bruichladdich? Many would have failed blindly here. I do too, by the way. All right, let's keep trying, but this time with water. However, contrary to my hope, the usual few drops do not bring any noticeable change, the burning sensation is hardly relieved. Of course, that doesn't suggest anything good. More water? More water! Unfortunately, the Shaun Evans Valinch turns out to be an extremely mediocre swimmer. Without water it is clearly too boisterous, with water, however, it breaks down into its components and flattens out very quickly. Too bad.
FINISH / CONCLUSION
'Don Krawallo is in the house.' The finish goes with the rest of the malt. Only after the pain subsides does the raspberry spirit reappear. No sulfur, in itself a 'pure' barrel, and yet a barrel experiment that I don't really like. All in all, everything is a bit very violent and over the top for my personal taste.