Tomatin 30yo (46%, OB, B#1, b.2018): this seems to replace the batches of 36yo, as well as the limited d.1988. Nose: light, ethereal and perfume-y, it has honeycomb and honeysuckle, lilac and gorse, conference pears, a little lichen and ground sage. The second sniff brings out a dollop of mud, and then citrus rises. Mouth: a few drops of grapefruit juice in custard, lovely cereals, peach drops, dried banana slices, lemon drops, a pinch of ground cloves, maybe ground cardamom too -- but one would be wrong to think this is spicy. Mango-and-peach juice. Finish: a bit more action, at last. It still has the custard-y and fruity notes, but this time, it also has a pinch of dry earth added into the mix. Fruity milk, even exotic fruit (carambola), at this stage. However, it is not an exuberant fruit storm; rather a subdued fruit salad, imported into the northern hemisphere. This is very good, but yeah! It does not have the ridiculous fruitiness of batches #1 and #3 of the 36yo. It is closer in style to batch #2. 7/10 (Thanks for the sample, SW)
Ardbeg Alligator (51.2%, OB, 11100435): nose: a different ride altogether, innit. It has ink (ooh! As did the 1965 by Cadenhead). lots of ink, in fact, fresh peat, thick and greasy, turf, boggy soil, farmlands after a storm; this is incredibly inky and earthy. I cannot remember it being thus when I first had it. That goes to show circumstance does a lot for one's appreciation of whisky and that is why small samples are not usually a good thing. One only has one shot (or two). Back to the notes: a sawmill in the Adirondacks, with freshly-sawn pine trees. Take it from a bloke who has never set foot in the Adirondacks; I just like the name. It is woody, though. Mouth: boggy and earthy, more than it is inky, on the palate, it delivers more moisture-gorged turf, peat bogs and damp earth -- rubber boots at the ready, folks! Brackish, stagnant water, worms, tar and then some forest fruit: raspberry, wild strawberry, bramble. Raspberry coulis on sticky toffee pudding. Finish: smoke makes its way at last and, unexpectedly, it is very dry. The air in a bothy, around the camp fire; it might be damp outside, but not inside. Hikers are roasting raspberries on the fire. Peat-reek, incense, exotic smoke, embers from exotic-wood logs, wild berries. This sort of makes me like Ardbeg again. Not bad at all. 7/10 (Thanks for the sample, MSo)
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