Then......the nose! What the hell! PE, of course, but what a bunch of aromas never smelled before. Very few peat, but freshly cut wood, blood orange cests, topped with a hint of acacia honey.
Then the first little sip: Oh my god, what a malt!
On one side deep as the ocean, on the other fresh and young as if it was a 10 or 12 year old.
Alfred Hichcock transported "suspense" in his films and that's exactly what this dram gives to the palate.
Dave Broom called it "disappointing" what I can't agree with at all.
Ok, it is different from most of the other PE, but in my opinion that makes its attractivity.
And all that with 34 years and an ABV of more than 61!
How could that be?
I really do hope that Hunter Laing have preserved a second cask of that wonderful stuff and release it - let's say - at the age of 40.
I'm quite sure that the ratings then will almost touch the sky.