Every whisky has a story to tell. One behind this expression of Kilchoman is short and simple, but bonnie nontheless.
After a storm that thrown up logs on the seashore, there is calm. And here we stand, on still-wet sand, feeling gentle touch of sea breeze while drinking a tea with lemon slice. There is a crackling bonfire nearby, from where smell of smoke reaches us...
A wee touch of gentle smoke from the nearby bonfire. Salty wind from the sea. Some wood logs drifting in the foam. Lemon.
Simple. Sweet and salty with an oily structure. Gentle taste, quite smooth for such a youngster.
Medium-long, smoky with some oak and white pepper on the palate, nevertheless pleasant finish.