OK, the pure white Snow White behind the roses? Nah, this is the whisky of the seven dwarfs with sweat, earth and stacked wood, the whisky from the mountain with forged metal and smoldering brimstone (yes, unfortunately with this one too). The flavors aren't so maritime, that's not exactly Islay. And if it's Islay, then a valley in the middle of the island with a hidden warehouse dug into the ground. The sherry cask is clearly in the foreground here, the aromas are sherry-heavy with dry raisins and apricots, smoldering matches, caramel and chili chocolate, the scent of a pack of truffle pralines with cognac and whisky.
Should Snow White like this whisky, she will leave the castle, forget the prince and set off on her way to Scotland and the search for the moonshiner at the secluded estate in the valley, slouching on the old sofa and eating the remaining pralines from the chipped crystal bowl .
The whisky is not pleasing, it has a hint of sulfur from hell - but luckily that doesn't make it undrinkable. It's ripe, you can feel the 16 years, there are dried fruits with dry herbs and dusty grain. There is also marzipan bread with a plum filling.
The whisky settles in the mouth, has woody notes, hints of sulfur and sherry with hints of old upholstery.
This is a whisky from the deep back cellar of the manor house somewhere in Scotland, where old shelves, cupboards and upholstered furniture are stored. But it's not a damp cellar, nothing is rotting here. Boxes of chocolates lie in the cupboard drawers and the beeswax candle is lit with a match. Then the dwarves come with their earthy boots, bring wood for the fireplace. And Snow White? We'll take care of that tomorrow. Maybe …