I actually tasted this blind a few weeks earlier, having no idea where it had come from before tonight’s session. So the story goes, 22-23 people from the Whisky Circus [group/club] bought into to a small Mackmyra cask. It took 11 weeks for the bottles to arrive in the UK. A pallet full of whisky, destined for club members, was loaded onto the wrong van and stolen. The whisky was never found. This is Whisky Circus Mackmyra, take #2.
N: Young/keen, floral, fruity, spirity, euro-hybrid whisky. Smells like abv-high yet [triple distilled?] light fruity spirit without the nostril burn, so I’m guessing we are in the [abv] 50s.
T: Arrives acute-yet-relaxed-sharp, all barley-led, decidedly fruity & floral and then – after an unusual confusing frenetic middle – it somehow eventually dissolves into buttery iron filings,…. or more stainless steel filings, perhaps? Add water to promote the maltiness and briny > greasy lemon juice.
F: Manageably prickly greasy-briny lemon & grapefruit-juiced grainy-ish metal-ish,… Play-Doh,… with a hint of hot sawdust at the death.
C: Akin to hybrid whisky/aqua-vitae in comparison to Scotch.