GLEN GRANT, Samaroli, 1969-1984, 59.0%, Sherry Casks
Absolutely amazing molt. The first nose was misunderstood and I felt a complete disappointment, just waited for this moment, and at the exit ... the dominant sherry, even if old Makallan, but why is there so much of it?
But, Lord, what happened to the hammer in 20 minutes! He began to reveal his secrets, as if the Samarkand concubine was throwing his heavy dresses onto dusty carpets in the Turkish tent, one after another: a summer loft with dried fruits and herbs, then the sticky leather of an old chair in a wood closet, then a huge library of dusty books untouched for centuries, then heavy gold bars and antique linen with thick cracked paints, then dried cherries and plums in the stuffy kitchen and at the end a wooden diner table at noon, filled with sweet coffee.
The adhesive tape is so powerful, assertive and multifaceted that I was already shaken by his strength, now I understand why for the first 20 minutes he didn’t want to communicate with me at all. Water (5 drops) rounds the molt, reveals its more tender sides (even some heavy floral aromas make their way), but then it fades faster.
I drank the next dram without water: I was digging in it for more than an hour and every 5 minutes that I brought the core, the molt transformed to disgrace, reincarnating with every vulture. What is most striking is that these metamorphoses occurred very clearly pronounced, without any semitones or hints.
Here is the complete opposite of the previous Girich, who fascinated with his sea haze of freedom ... then on the contrary, the suffocation of dusty golden palaces, but she is magically mesmerizing as the tale Shakherazady and even with Shakherazada itself after her tales.
It is difficult to express this power and at the same time the delicacy of each instrument entering its part from a high note, but let it be a favorite classic, for example, with its overture to “Abduction from Séral” https://youtu.be/akHXs32GceI, where in a huge orchestra alternately give a note to each instrument and I feel like a small conductor standing in the middle of Glenkern, inside the harmony of divine melodies, flying around me in a glass that I have in my palms. And this multi-layeredness, like a dream in a dream, tears away from the outcome and I am drowning in limbo, where time flows infinitely slowly, then slows down and comes back ... and through the mist of time you can see some kind of young Italian who without proficiency in the language and without money in your pocket, in dark unlit basements on some big island on the edge of the world, surrounded by harsh northern guys, chooses some barrels with an absolutely incomprehensible to the world drink. It is so mesmerizing that I can no longer understand where the reality for which I clung so few minutes ago, and whether it is needed now at all.
The brilliant Silvano Samaroli! The brilliant people who created this masterpiece Molt and I don’t know by what patience and meek wisdom you deserve God's grace, but the Lord himself certainly touched these barrels.
24 + 25 + 24 + 23 = 96