‘Find it, fund it, live it’
N: The forth in the Macphail’s lineup, the oldest oldest and i certainly hope far better than the last three. Im assuming this is genuine as ive only come across such a nose a few times before, and those were from similar aged and dated G&M Speyside malts. With a colour to die for we start with dusty sweet=medicinal [bourbon like] notes, vanillas, rose water, Kiwi shoe polish, French polish [from old but well kept pianos], dense sherried-spotted dick, burned/sweet vanilla & butterscotch Angel delight, undefined [summer dry] wood & metal workshops, honeyed duck al orange [although its the about the honey and orange more than the duck] with roast potatoes [having had the same treatment], pick n mix sweets and scorched lavender with a little thyme and honeysuckle. Its alcohol and flavour potent yet seems conversely fragile - understandable. After an hour theres a profusion of sweets and candy, a potpourri of pink candy bars, cinnamon chewing gum, sherbet Dib-Dap, Fab bars, Wham bars,…. this really has become a vintage, oak panelled sweet shop.
T: An intense fusion of flavour with a depth and richness ive only ever found in comparable old old bottlings. The heathery/herbal/fruity/bitter/toasty/oily/oaky umami development is interrupted by a premature and rapid diminuendo mid flow. It doesn’t die, but rather collapses. Water however WILL kill it. After an hour and its still intense, but bound by its own inward fusion and rather locked into itself. There is however lots of chewy, oily licourice and savoury=sweet luscious vanilla cream and bubblegum to chew on into the finish, albeit with decades of oily, bitter, dusty wood - yeah, bring it on!
F: After such a drastic drop off whats left is more heathery, medicinal notes, still with heaps of vanilla candy and a playful spirity=oaky jostling. It does however remain vibrant despite its strident softening and the heathery, butter-cream vanillas go on and on with dried fruits [mandarin and raisins] cruising into the sunset.
C: How is it that the beautiful moments brought about by this malt’s age also lead to its own demise, and how does one score such a flawed beauty? With grace, gladness and generosity i find. It really only the collapse which lets it down. For me, this malt is less about complexity and all about density. Find it, fund it, live it.
Scores a B+