Where's Ardbeg, and everybody else. Even the most whipped whisky you know next to Dreifaltigkeit looks more acceptable at one time. This is the darnness of the highest level, and it is completely different from the Islay (and elsewhere). I sampled the sample for perhaps 20 minutes. There is something that repels me, and at the same time I feel it is whisky and I want it again! Whisky that shifts your perception of dulcimer. It is absolutely original, but also uncompromising and merciless. I highly recommend all bizarre seekers, all hardcore lovers of peated style. When it comes to the opportunity, I'm sure something like that, or I want this stuff from the Swiss. I would love to amaze my friends by pouring this potion. My rating is "just" 87, but I think having a bottle of this unique whisky at home, I would probably rethink over time. The question is, in what direction? I do not know yet. A big thank you to the poor that he got me a sample in Germany!
Hmmmm .... it was not here yet. The fluffiness of the Swiss is a completely different caliber than what I know from other pallet shops. I feel like I'm standing in the middle of the still smoldering burning of some old cottages. I feel burnt beams, open door of a thickly smoked smokehouse, tar, leaning rope. There are also some more sweet tones, like a jam jam on the sidewalk in the cottage, which they have forgotten and probably caught. In addition, it reminds me of something from the army. Burned Gun Dust? Burning leather boots? Some reminiscent memory from the war. Extremely interesting, yet to some extent to me a part, even to some extent annoying. A sweet burn, a stinking caramel. (87 b)
That's a mother! Liquid soot? Alcohol-rinsed smokehouse? Taste, smoke, ash, a blast of heavier fruit, floods, then smoke, smoke, something smokey industrial. Burning glamor. (87 b)