Banff 30yo 1975/2006 (42.2%, Duncan Taylor Rarest of the Rare, C#3416, 147b): a modest dram without much interest. Nose: very perfume-y. Sandal wood, orange blossom, custard and a little bit of leather. Excellent nose, this is! Flowers (daffodils?), dill (JS), a mixture of coconut paste, pineapple juice and happiness. Mouth: milky, with a tiny, bitter note of dandelion stems. Altogether sweet and comforting. Finish: woah! Long, rich like custard, soft like peach, sweet like honey and spicy like a cinnamon pancake, mellow like a pillow, juicy like a mango, oh-oh-oh. The best Banff I have tried, so far. Must go buy. 10/10
Glenugie 25yo 1981/2006 (51.5%, Duncan Taylor Rarest of the Rare, C#5188, 323b): another supermarket dram. The waiter breaks the cork, argh. Nose: a completely different profile; this is an old man's dram, with pipe tobacco, chesterfield sofas and a warm fireplace, liquorice and game casserole. Roasted cocoa beans, discreet, torrefied coffee. What is it, in the back? Melon? Pineapple? Some exotic fruit, in any case. Tame, but it is there. After a while, punch emerges, with chunks of blood oranges and cherries floating in it. Mouth: turpentine, solvents, blood orange bitterness, and it is unexpectedly strong too. The second sip brings wood and enough leather to fill a saddlery. It remains creamy, still. Finish: a festival of blood orange juice spilled on a leather belt. Lots of white-peppered steak too. A great example of perfectly controlled sherry maturation. Very nice. 9/10
My preciouses |
When I order the Mhor flight, a guy at the bar asks me what it is. He is an SWA agent, but does not seem to know this distillery. I have him nose mine, as well as the below, after he says he does not tend to like Islay malts. He goes for a Mhor as well and tells me later how much he enjoyed it. He adds, 'I'm glad I ordered that without asking the price and not [the below] without asking the price!'
Ram-pam-bum!
There's nothing in the world as black |
We are joined by two maltless friends, one of which notes that whisky is now priced for Russian Elton Johns. JS observes NYC has become so Disneyfied, since 1998.
For supper, we have a lasagna and chips (hi dom666) and steak & ale pie and chips, all very good.
The Disneyfication of the dram of God |
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