My name is Flóki and I come from Iceland, when I grow up I want to be a single malt whiskey and by that time just call me Young Malt. And actually, the youngster is everything the connoisseur wants today, even to the fact that the barley was grown in the Icelandic homeland. And since the Icelanders seem to be a rather impatient people, we can already test a good swig of the dark caramel colored liquid in our glass today. Flóki's spiritual father is standing on the edge of a barley field and is painting the veranda with wood stain, while the little one is always making excursions in the fields with swirling arms, with his bag of pears, into which a potato has crept. Believe me, no one knows exactly where she comes from, but she's there and can be admired along with a slight but not dominant alcoholic flavor. And just as he smells the taste first impression of the young thing is, even for a young spirit a bit too quiet. One must not be fooled by this first impression one has in the mouth, because the Icelandic villain has quite a temperament. Once he opens up to the palate and pharynx he lets us feel his heavy and strong body. Yes, he is developing. And more and more you can taste the wide field on which the barley. Maybe that's because Iceland uses twice the amount of barley to malt because of its low sugar content, but the taste of the full grain lovingly lets you know it's there - without killing us.
Flóki Young Malt is exciting and creates exactly what he should, he is curious about what comes out at the end as a single malt whiskey. If you like to explore how different the world of whiskey can be, you should not miss this precursor.