5 November 2024

05/11/2024 Banffire Night 2024

No Banff, this year. Instead, we celebrate an anniversary. Indeed, all those extraordinary 1964 Bowmore were all distilled sixty years ago to the day.

  • Black Bowmore 29yo 1964/1993 (50%, OB, Oloroso Sherry Butts, 2000b)
  • Black Bowmore 30yo 1964/1994 (50%, OB, Oloroso Sherry Butts, 2000b)
  • Black Bowmore 31yo 1964/1995 Final Edition (49%, OB, Oloroso Sherry Butts, 1812b)
  • Bowmore 35yo 1964/2000 (42.1%, OB for Oddbins, Oloroso Sherry Hogshead, C#3708, 99b)
  • Bowmore 37yo 1964/2002 Fino Cask (49.6%, OB, Fino Sherry Cask, 300b)
  • Bowmore 38yo 1964/2003 Oloroso Cask (42.9%, OB, Oloroso Sherry Cask, 300b)
  • Bowmore 38yo 1964/2003 Bourbon Cask (43.2%, OB, Bourbon Cask, 300b)
  • Black Bowmore 42yo 1964/2007 (40.5%, OB The Trilogy, 5 x Oloroso Sherry Casks, 827b)
  • White Bowmore 43yo 1964/2008 (42.8%, OB The Trilogy, 6 x Bourbon Casks, 732b)
  • Gold Bowmore 44yo 1964/2009 (42.4%, OB The Trilogy, 3 x Bourbon Casks + 1 x Oloroso Sherry Cask, 701b)
  • Bowmore 46yo 1964/2011 (42.9%, OB, Fino Sherry Cask Finish, 72b)
  • Bowmore 48yo 1964 (41.2%, OB for Auction of The Worshipful Company of Distillers, 1b)
  • Black Bowmore 50yo 1964/2016 The Last Cask (40.9%, OB, 1st Fill Oloroso Sherry Butts, C#3708+3714, 159b)
  • Black Bowmore 31yo d.1964 (49.6%, OB Aston Martin DB5, Williams & Humbert Oloroso Sherry Butt, 27b)
All distilled on the same day: the 5th of November 1964. Remember that, when you hear about the famous year or years. (Actually, the 38yo Bourbon Cask was distilled on the 11th November.)



When better to have a couple of them? Exactly!


Ooops! broken cork. :-(


Gold Bowmore 44yo 1964/2009 (42.4%, OB The Trilogy, 3 x Bourbon Casks + 1 x Oloroso Sherry Cask, 701b, b#620): nose: crikey! Even though I know precisely what to expect, this has the same effect as if I did not: immediate Bowmore eyes. It is going to be a taxing tasting, I tell thee! And an utterly pointless note, without a doubt, in the same way the strongest experiences cannot be faithfully described with words; they have to be lived. Anyway, let us give it a shot. A massive slap of passion fruit, guava, lychee, mango, ripe peach. It also has fruits closer to home (depending on where one's home is, obviously): strawberry, damson, plump raspberry. Tropical fruits are never far, however, and mangosteen, rambutan, snakehead fruit, persimmon are lurking, ready to push one into the corner. We have pineapple and coconut milk too, and, closing one's eyes, one may well imagine oneself sipping a piña colada on a beach somewhere warm. That is to say it has an ethereal salty breeze, though one that is so easy to miss it is almost sad. Shaking the glass to try and obtain some plasticine or nail varnish only achieves more fruits, chiefly peach, mango and persimmon, so rich they cause tears of joy. The second nose is perhaps tamer, yet more elegant, if that were possible. Mango then wakes up properly, and calmly takes over, confident in the knowledge that it rules these parts. Right behind it, hardly hidden, yellow maracuja is chomping at the bits, maniacally hopping around to try and get in front of the tranquil mango. A pinch of damp earth watches from a distance, the only sign that peat was involved in the making of this. Phwoarking hell! Mouth: ah! Today, the one Oloroso cask's influence is rather clear: this has a tame bitterness akin to that felt when biting into a scented pencil eraser. Half a chew is enough to bring us back on to the fruity track to the sunny uplands, however. Mango, of course, yet it no longer leads the pack. In pole position, we have luscious pink grapefruit steamrolling everything in its path. In the wake of that grapefruit, persimmon, guava, (a little) carambola, mangosteen, unripe kiwi (which is to say it is more bitter than acidic), and growing liquorice allsorts. The second sip has a drop of scented blond-hair shampoo, drowned in a loch of tropical-fruit juice. Jackfruit, Chinese gooseberry and lychee, augmented with a drop of green-citrus juice: pomelo, sudachi, white grapefruit, ugli fruit. Only now does tOMoH notice how thick the texture is on this, chewy and coating, almost tarry. A certain acidity emerges over time, likely pink grapefruit, even if, at that strength, it would be inaccurate to describe it as stripping. Finish: the freshness is at its peak in the finish, a blend of liquorice allsorts, pine paste in a Gocce Pino fashion (though less intense), minty toothpaste, and a timid lick of faded rubber. All of the above are well subdued, aptly complemented by lingering fruits. In no particular order, it has citrus peels, apple peels, Chinese-gooseberry skins, carambola chunks, rambutan, lychee, guava, Korean pear. Unexpectedly, the fruits here are less yellow, more white. Will that last? It does: the second gulp remains fresh, if less earthy or minty. The white tropical fruits still dominate -- white grapefruit and pomelo, rambutan, dragon fruit, soon joined by pink grapefruit, tangelo, and clementine. It has a whisper of burnt wood, near the death, though one would be excused for missing it, so discreet it is. Retro-nasal olfaction may pick up embers turning into white ashes, yet it is, once more, a very-diffuse impression, concealed behind tropical fruits -- which, by the way, are now doused in full-fat milk. Humbling drop that should make the most-cynical soul philosophical. As they say in books with big words, this is fucking ridiculous. 16/10


Bowmore 46yo 1964/2011 (42.9%, OB, Fino Sherry Cask Finish, 72b, b#45): nose: mamma mia! Even after the stunning Gold Bowmore, this smells incredible. Slap after slap of juicy tropical fruit. Alphonso mango, yellow and purple maracuja, carambola, snakehead fruit, persimmon, peach so ripe it may as well be jam, squashed jackfruit, dragon fruit, lychee, rambutan and mangosteen, perhaps even banana, or those miniature green bananas from Egypt, to be specific. It has a lovely note of blanched hazelnut too, submerged in a huge bowl of mango and maracuja. It does not stop there: longan, kumquat, plump tangerine, and lulo are present too. Deeper nosing reveals distant wort, and a pinch of soot that is even more difficult to discover, both cloaked in fruity scents. At the same time, this never turns into a vulgar fruit squash from a plastic bottle; it is so distinguished and effortlessly elegant! Objectively speaking, it is a well-aged whisky, yet it displays its dignified character with the freshness of a spring flower, with no fuss whatsoever, as if the beauty it offers the taster were the most natural thing. Repeated nosing underlines gorgeous lychee, then it comes back to peach (and apricot) so pumped full of juice it is about to burst. If one looks for it insistently, one may detect a very-subtle whiff of sea breeze too. The second nose is even bolder with the fruits. Purple and green maracuja now above all else. Those are followed by fruit-scented plasticine, a ball of wax marinated in a maracuja-persimmon-mango punch bowl. In the long run, it ends up oscillating between mango and maracuja -- a difficult choice. Mouth: rather more pungent than the meagre ABV suggests, it has a pleasant acidic bite of maracuja, this one. Perhaps Shaddock pomelo too, though it is not that intense. Chewing gives a (very-)vague note of rubber (it was a Sherry cask, after all), and wave after wave after wave (after wave) of fruity pleasures. Citrus seems to have the upper hand, now (tangerine, pink grapefruit, blush orange), followed by pink maracuja, dragon fruit, and ugli fruit. The second sip is clearly acidic, even if it is closer to yuzu or Buddha's hand than lime or lemon. Waxy-green citrus zest is quickly joined by a blend of maracuja, persimmon, pomelo and mango juices. The zesty note shines a light on a certain bitterness that is simply a part of the fruits that one would expect, rather than anything negative. At some point, we have neon-green wellies, drenched in mango juice, drying by a dying campfire. Is anyone complaining? Ich don't think so! Finish: for the first time, the influence of the peat is a little more palpable, at this point: we have the burnt tips of wooden spears, embers cooling down on the camp fire, and charred white-fish skewers. Of course, one could easily overlook that and only see the tropical fruits. White grapefruit, pomelo, dragon fruit, mangosteen, rambutan, roasted pineapple... It is a never-ending finish that leaves the walls of the mouth throbbing, coated in fruit. Retro-nasal olfaction picks up similar whiffs of soot as what we had at first nosing -- albeit a little more pronounced. The second gulp leaves a creamier texture in the mouth, carried by smashed mango and skinless peach. One could write fifty more pages about this, and still come up with new things. The takeaway is that, under the entry "fruity masterpiece" of any good encyclopaedia, one must find: "Bowmore 46yo Fino." I have tried to remain stoic, and to focus on notes, rather than emotions, but, really, this is insahne. Beyond words. Sadly, Man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express. Perhaps, one day, linguists will invent words to do this justice. 18/10


Those are superlative whiskies without the shadow of a doubt -- amongst the best ever bottled by any criterion. I find today that they shine even brighter when in a line-up. On their own like this, one struggles to appreciate just how different a league they occupy, compared to anything else. In a line-up, with a handful of already-excellent whiskies (as we did in June 2022 and June 2024), it becomes more apparent that they are untouchable.

Now, if you will excuse me, tOMoH need a clean pair of trousers.

28 October 2024

28/10/2024 Lagg

Lagg 5yo 2019/2024 (60.5%, OB Distillery Exclusive, B#7, C#LG19/0997, 1st Fill ex-Bourbon Cask): nose: a punch of peat. We have hot ink, seal wax, melted over hot embers, fishing nets so dry they turn crusty and crispy, barbecued oysters, and, underneath all that, an earthy lick of forest floor, or petrichor. Deeper nosing gives more barbecued goodies, less discernible, but more earth-crawlers than seafood. The second nose offers a stack of books, kept in a black bin bag in the sun. Lastly, we have grilled skewers of diced white fish, yellow peppers, and chunks of fruits. Mouth: the palate blends ashy barbecue leftovers, lichen-y eau-de-vie, and an almost grain-like green sweetness à la Port Dundas. Young Caol Ila comes to mind, for some reason. The strength is noticeable, not detrimental. We then have quince, lichen, and dried saxifrage, as well as limestone, all ground to a dusty pulp, and mixed together. The second sip has a briny seawater feel to it, yet it is also sweet, in a roasted-calamansi way. Perhaps we find dried rosemary too. Roasted or grilled citrus is more pronounced as time goes on. Finish: not sure it is still quince, but orchard fruit, certainly, and limestone too. It is not far from quarry dust, borderline chalky. It is also warming! Lingering in the aftertaste is smoked-apricot compote. The second gulp gives a clear algae vibe, both fresh- and seawater algae, topped with a sprinkle of lemon juice. It remains fresh and fruity, while pushing barbecued fruits and seaweed. And could that be grilled pineapple rings wrapped in clingfilm? As unusual as it may read, it is! So young, and very good already. How promising! 7/10 (Thanks for the sample, MR)

27 October 2024

27/10/2024 Horror films

For some reason, we always end up doing a tasting just before Halloween, though not always with the same people. This year's the theme is a little stricter in that it focusses on films in the horror genre, not just horror more broadly.

JS, BA and PS join me for a spooky afternoon.


Boo!


The soundtrack: Tangerine Dream - Sorcerer


JS presents: The Shining

Glenturret 1966/1987 (43%, OB ceramic decanter, 500b): nose: a very characteristic smell of vinegar and cardboard that is also sharply mineral. Mouth: behind a clear fruitiness (currants and prunes), we find a pronounced bitterness -- not horrible, but persistent. Finish: more currants, raisins, prunes. It is drying like a white wine, and, if it is not an easy dram, it is a pleasant starter. Full notes here. 7/10


PS: "Horror is not the genre I would decide to watch first. In fact, it is not the second, third, or fourth either. I don't think it's even in the top ten."
JS: "What is your favourite genre, then? Sci-fi?"
tOMoH: "Porn, obviously!"
PS: "You're both wrong. Porn sci-fi. The classic Mission to your Anus."


I tell the group how, during the morning run, I had a flash of inspiration, and thought we should have a Caledonian, for Apo-Cally-pse Now, with its famous monologue "The horror. The horror."


JS: "Have you watched Game of Thrones?"
BA: "I watched it from a distance, for a while, then I was distracted by a shiny thing, or something."
tOMoH: "Was it a bottle of Glenturret d.1966?"


The soundtrack: Various - Best Beats 2


JS presents: Prince of Darkness, and BA presents: Necessary Evil (which is not a film, but good enough a link).

StilL 630 1yo Presence of Darkness (40.5%, OB Beer Collaboration Series VII, Oak Barrels, B#2, b#524): nose: weird fruits (BA), draffy notes (PS), bins of damp cereals (PS), tutti frutti, Irn Bru, and candied papaya in cereals. Some glue too, perhaps, though it is not a particularly-grainy profile in the traditional sense. Closer to a Rye whiskey, if anything. Mouth: so silky, a cocktail of orange and peach juices turn into orange peels. Finish: oh! it is filled to the brim with orange and tangerine peels, as well as fruit juice. Lovely as ever. Full notes here. 7/10

vs.

Wire Works Necessary Evil Finish (51.3%, OB, First-Fill Heaven Hill Bourbon Barrels/Thornbridge Brewery Imperial Stout Finish, B#2, issue#05-210842-26): nose: it is strangely similar to the StilL 630, in that it has chemical fruits and cereals, candied papaya or pineapple cubes, and Irn Bru. Beer casks, eh? Hoppy fruits (BA). Mouth: it is a little more stripping on the tongue, with dry wood, splintered cinnamon bark, dusty planks, leather and orange rinds so dried they crack on their own. Finish: big, it has a mound of dried citrus peels ground into dust, some ginger powder, and cinnamon, as well as dried lemon-or-lime wedges. Very good. It does turn numbing, in the long run, but manages to remain rather nice. 7/10


BA [about his cask, currently at Bimber]: "We saw it, and it had leaks at every seam. The guy took it and emptied it back into the tank, then gave it to Dariusz -- or whatever his real name is, -- because he has a flamethrower -- obvs.


The soundtrack: Zanias - Ecdysis


BA [about Wire Work]: "My cask went there, not just because they said yes, but also because I like them."


tOMoH presents: The Isle (of Jura)

Isle of Jura d.1976 (57.5%, Harleyford Manor for Geoffrey Folley, b.1980s): nose: musty, fusty (PS), animal, with some faded leather, and a kind of shampoo, if one knows to look for it. Mouth: very soapy on the palate (BA), soft, sweet, then soapy indeed. Doesnae bother me, though. Finish: a blend of sweet and soapy. Full notes here. 7/10



The soundtrack: Subskan - Drawback


BA presents: Kill Devil (not a film either, but sufficiently evil for the occasion).

The Arran Malt The Devil's Punch Bowl (52.3%, OB Limited Edition, Bourbon Barrels & Sherry Butts, 6660b, b.2012): powerful, it takes a while to open up. Then, we have lozenges, cinnamon sweets, and dried pineapple wrapped in suede. The second nose has some sort of berries that I cannot identify with certainty. Mouth: we have bold blush-orange segments (devoid of any pith), and a little rubber bitterness. It gets fruitier with time, with elderberry and snowberry, as well as a dollop of scented plasticine. Finish: long, powerful, but balanced. JS calls it benign. "Like the best kind of tumours -- benign," says PS. It provides a lingering numbness, and an overall plasticine-y feel that I really enjoy. Pesky Arran. Always effortlessly good. 7/10


BA: "I did a tasting in Cambridge. It all went wrong."
tOMoH: "?"
BA: "I did the tasting, they said: 'Come to the pub.' I went to the pub, started drinking, continued drinking, and missed my train. I said: 'Oh! shit.' The guy said: 'No problem: there is a Travelodge down the road.' I booked a room for £70, and continued drinking. Then I woke up in front of the police station."
tOMoH: "?"
BA: "[On the way to the hotel,] I stopped on a bench to have a cigarette, fell asleep, and woke up with dew dripping off my nose."
tOMoH: "I think there's a lesson, there: smoking is bad."


PS presents: Saw MIII (the latest in the franchise). Teh lolleZ.

G8.8 26yo d.1990 Botanic gardens and a sawmill (58.7%, SMWS Society Cask, Refill ex-Bourbon Hogshead, 122b): "Apologies in advance," PS said when he put the bottle on the table, earlier, aware that Cambus does not like me. Nose: ester-y, metallic, then very fruity. White peach, white plum, Korean pear, and a drop of vanilla essence. I can smell that it is not going to be one of the Cambuses that agree with me, but I enjoy the nose. For the sake of scientific research, let us continue. Mouth: soft, mellow, loaded with vanilla and mint crumbles that walk towards the Boule-Magique side of things. Finish: mellow, minty vanilla, mint custard, smashed white fruits (peaches, plums, pears), and milk chocolate. I only have a sip, to avoid the headache. Will it work? To a point: tomorrow, I will have no headache, but a tongue completely stripped. Catastrophe mostly averted through careful risk management. 7/10


The soundtrack: Various - Dark Pleasures


PS presents: Is this a damson I see before me? because every horror film has a damson in distress. Flippin'eck! PS is on fire, today.

6.29 10yo d.2008 Is this a damson I see before me? (59.2%, SMWS Society Cask, Refill ex-Bourbon Barrel, 61b): nose: juicy plum, dark-chocolate-covered jellies, Śliwka Nałęczowska (Polish chocolate-coated prunes). It strips the nostrils a bit, but behind the abrasiveness, we find waxy fruits (physalis, Mirabelle plums), crayons, and bread dough. Mouth: Penderyn (PS), packets of Opal Fruits (or Starburst, as they are now known) smack one on the back of the head (PS). I find it drying, with crayons and soaked cinnamon sticks. Finish: a lovely plasticine drop, and cinnamon sticks, marinated in peach juice. It has a minty, cinnamon-y Boule Magique aftertaste too. 8/10


Did someone say limited?


tOMoH presents: The Wicker Man(nochmore).

The Wickermannochmore
BA and PS's eyes light up. They thought of using the Wicker Man, but could not find anything to create the link. The penny did not drop when they saw the wicker basket, earlier.

As expected, the cork breaks.

tOMoH [looking for a replacement cork]: "Wow! The cork hole is so big."
PS: "I have no polite comment to make."
tOMoH: "I found one that fits."
PS: "I have no polite comment to make."



The soundtrack: Various - Zone Mix Z


Speyburn 25yo 1977/2004 (62.5%, OB Single Cask, C#1859, b#379, L4 476 G7): the age statement makes no sense. Nose: it is obviously powerful. Tobacco, a waft of smoke, dried crusty mud, then fleshy peaches, armchairs in a smoker's living room, smoked completely encrusted in the upholstery. Waxy-fruity thing (BA), waxy-lemony (PS), flowery-waxy (BA). On the late tip, royal-blue ink comes out too. Mouth: austere, mineral, it has flint and tobacco, lichen and fleshy fruits -- peach tatters and a lick of peach stone, wrapped in smoke. Even later, we detect fermented pears and Russet-apple peelings. Finish: like a UK government, this offers more of the same austerity; tobacco, quarry chippings, ground peach stones. Excellent. Looking forward to revisiting this. 8/10

vs.

Mannochmore 18yo b.1997 (66%, OB The Manager's Dram, Refill Casks, 1800b, b#1207): nose: phwoar! This one roars too. Wild and hot, yet it does not lack in the sweet-shoppe department. Boiled sweets, chewy or not (here I come / you can't hide), and melted caramel leap out. Mouth: an assault on the gums at first, it reveals crystallised sugar, then rock salt, bone-dry lichen, and dried citrus zest. Finish: boiled sweets once more, Gummibärchen (yellow, rather than any other sort), Haribo Cola Bottles, and a slight touch of hay. Very strong, it presents a mild liquorice-y bitterness. The finish is juicier than the palate, with more boiled sweets and liquorice allsorts. 8/10

The soundtrack: Various - Body Rapture and Various - Techno-Club Part I (The Ultimate Techno Mix)

Excellent afternoon, ripe with surprising, off-the-beaten-path drams, and questionable humour.