In our whiskey world, there are several men - the Maltman, who always looks here and there, the Irishman, who wants to be a little crazy, but where he comes from is actually a normal guy and then there is now the quiet representative. The Quiet Man, now eight years old, has been completely unrecognized, you know, he was at your party, but he has not said much and many of your guests are wondering where the guy is from. It is similar in the glass too. Its golden color does not promise much, but where should the color come after 8 years in the Borubon barrel?
First of all in the glass he shows what he brought us. He holds back his fragrance, he brought us all the apples and peaches can be found among the bright fruits that he presents with the gentleness of a gentleman. A further distance we could also imagine a freshly mown field of corn. With the first sip the young man takes us to just this field, it makes the taste of malt explode on the tongue - but before the malt settles heavily on our palate and everything is displaced around him, he is indescribably light, almost like him to accuse him of being disappointed. Only daintily does the fruit basket come before the bitter malt greets us, which also accompanies us beyond the malty, strong finish. Because if the loud celebration seems to be over, the silent man is still in his corner, smiling gently, his glass in your direction and looking forward to the extra portion of malt. He is just not a complex type, but a solid companion for everyday life, just as the silent types are.