Colour: white gold.
On the nose: a very assured arrival, you immediately recognise the Clynelish DNA. Barley drops, candle wax, vanilla, overly ripe apples and sweetcorn. Silver needle tea, freshly baked shortbread and there a citrus element of freshly squeezed clementines. Runny honey brings more sweetness or is that tinned syrup as there’s a hint of metallic here without overdoing it? Then, beneath all the flashy bits are rice pudding, clear gel glue and sandalwood. The overall form is impressive without putting up billboards. Lemon oil, white chocolate and a wisp of smoke. Ok, water time; lime jelly, glucose
In the mouth: a coarse vanilla, gives way to caramel and a hint of wax once again taking the form of boot polish. Orange pips, bitter wood in places that keeps you on your toes. Black grapes on the finish, a little liquorice as well. It feels wrong to add water to something that is pitched so admiringly. Oh, I’m glad I did as the waxiness goes up a notch giving us waxed tropical fruits. Quite delightful. Orange zest, Caramac, very resinous with tea-notes and bitter wood. Camphor. The lesson here folks is always to try a splash of water. Delightful.
A classy Clynelish. Probably the best modern-era Clynelish I’ve had in some time. A real joy to experience on the eve of a difficult day ahead. It lifts the spirits. While I doubt I’ll be able to afford the modern Frankenstein Brora, here’s to the ugly looking distillery over the road that’s capable of delivering knockout blows on its own terms.