Saturday, 24 May 2025

Bladnoch 35 yrs 1990 2025 54,2% DeDr, WB270987

Chameleonic, a word I came across while googling strange animals with strange behaviours. It has interesting meanings, according to Collins: as in fickle, changeable in purpose, affections, faithless, temperamental; as in mercurial, lively and unpredictable, volatile, even erratic, unstable. An adjective I would very much like to use as a prescription for Bladnoch.

Bladnoch is hard to describe, as production-wise its style is varied. This bottling is perhaps from a light and floral period. At the beginning of the Bell's era it was light and floral, but towards the end of their ownership the Blenders template of nutty and spicy became the norm. There have also been peated versions, rumour has it, but in the Armstrong era. Now, under Australian owner David Prior, the style is very different, light, grassy and malty. Chamalonesque indeed. Is it the same on the palate?

On the nose, after quite a long time: You are right to recognise the repetition of descriptions when you say "candyshop", but of course there are many candyshops and this one is different from the previous ones. It is as if this shop is struggling a little because the sweets have been sitting there for a long time. It's a kind of sweetness you get when the jar of sweets gets a bit wet and dusty. Change of shops, not before buying a few caramels, toffee and skipping the bakery and the gelateria (not original Italian though). Restaurant, this one is Italian, dessert is due, of course tiramisu, rice pudding, a little cinnamon, lots of vanilla sauce, still warm, topped with white chocolate mousse. But there is more, if you are in the right mood, it is as if you are flying towards the sky, floating between the clouds, somehow getting high. Different glasses reveal more subtle aromas, such as the grassy ones I mentioned earlier. But wait, shouldn't they appear later?

Palate, much later: A mixture of Mediterranean fruits such as overripe melon, ananas, peach, apricot. Lots of sharbat, but also white pepper. Interesting matching to Italian dishes: I get espresso and all kinds of coffee, mainly Arabica beans are used.

Finish: In the mouth you get an oily texture, almost a chewy experience, a mouthfeel that I would describe as very elegant. But then the elegance is severely disrupted, the chameleon-like whisky kicks in hard with chilli flavours, more black pepper, angry tannins, she doesn't like the way I talk about her. I am sorry. I offer her a few drops of water. Her mood changes a lot, on the palate it becomes more grapefruit, like biting into lemon, orange or apple seeds. I don't know, water doesn't seem to suit her. I rather skip the water and stay high. As a great man once said: I looked through a lens and ended up abandoning everything else. Sebastiao Salgado (RIP)

92/92/90

Friday, 16 May 2025

Kilchoman Feis Ile 2025 Founder's cask research

1) Kilchoman 2011 2025 14 yrs 55.3% vol. 145/2011, WB274176

2) Kilchoman 2010 2025 14 yrs 50.0% vol. 497/2010, WB274180

3) Kilchoman 2011 2025 14 yrs 53.4 % vol. 258/2010, WB274177

4) Kilchoman 2006 2025 18 yrs 50.3% vol. 163/2006, WB274175

1: Nose: metallic, mineral, chalk dust, mild smoked tofu, now salmon, marine.

Mouth: Grappa, eau de vie, cinnamon, dates, Christmas bread, leavened bread, gingerbread with chilli.

Finish: Ginger, white pepper, numbingly alcoholic. Burnt sugar. Espresso.

88/85/84

2: Nose: Old leather sofa, cellar mustiness, wet coal, wet animals, cats, dogs, hamsters. Smoked bacon. Some honey, cream candy and heather, perhaps pine and cedar. Toffee.

Mouth: Salted caramel candy, peat forward, sweet overripe red apples. Apple scramble.

Finish: Oily, mouth coating, ocean surf, seaweed, bacon and wild mushrooms.

88/87/87

3: Nose: Solvent, glue, varnish, hospital, burnt tyres, paraffin after an accident. Oil can, garage.

Mouth: Ashtray, bread dropped into campfire, taken out and licked. Charcoal, coked and extinguished, of course. Burnt sausage, more like sucuk or chorizo, but very coked. Umami. BBQ.

Finish: Cigarette butts, if you leave them smoldering over the filter. Long, brandy, coffee, dark chocolate.

88/87/84

4: Nose: Smoked eel, but very subtle. Strawberry jam, cheese bread with honey and jam, a thin slice of smuggled Black Forest ham. Slate, wet asphalt.

Mouth: Chewy, grainy, salt grains, tannins. Red wine, Shiraz, Australia. Chocolate, latte macchiato.

Finish: Espresso, black pepper, sticky, burnt sugar, sea vegetables, mussels.

89/87/85

Glen Garioch 1988 2025 36 yrs. Finn Thomson (FnTs) 45.2 %, WB272267

Prosaicness, I came across this word in a fantasy book. It means as much as mundane, unexciting, dull, average. When I drink whisky, I accept neither ordinariness nor dullness. This drink is highly poisonous, even lethal in certain quantities. Why should I drink ordinary whisky? For me, drinking whisky is always a special occasion and a mindful act, never ordinary or boring. This one here is far from being prosaic. Glen Garioch 1988, almost a relic of a bygone age.

Nose: Imagine the ancient library in Alexandria, here and there mould from the leaking roof, some books completely dusty and decaying, others fresh from the printing press. Wood and pencil shavings everywhere. Leather covers and worn furniture. Dunnage warehouse, with cognac and armagnac. These impressions are joined by light hints of lime and limoncello, lemon sorbet ice cream, vanilla pudding and crème brullee, rice pudding with a hint of cinnamon. Preserved

gooseberries.

Mouth: Wow, a very noble aged cognac, not sharp but oaky, very elegant and wise, deep and meaningful. The texture is unfortunately a bit thin, not viscous, watery, not sticky, not palatable. Charcoal in the mouth, smoked tofu.

Finish: The finish is long enough, but inappropriate for the age. A somewhat shy contemporary. Do not expect too much. Fragile! Subtle earthy aromas, forest floor and brown mushrooms linger in the mouth. A wonderful journey through time, far away from everyday life.

95/92/90

Ballindalloch 2016 2024 08 60.6 % #225, WB257280

Time and patience are the magic words when it comes to whisky. Both in maturation and in enjoyment, time and patience conjure up this amazing drink in the cask, and on the palate it is this very drink that enchants the senses and the mind. This one is only 8 years old, is that enough magic?
Nose: after a long wait, the first aromas are of sugar water with rose petals and vanilla, followed by alpine herbs and alpine flowers - cyclamen? In any case, the freshness of the mountains, a melting glacier, snow in the air, cheerful hikers resting in mountain inns, do I smell Kaiserschmarrn? There are also fresh waffles and vanilla ice cream.
The palate: Wonderful sweetness with lots of herbs and spices spread around the mouth. The sweetness is the sugar sweetness, but also some melon, honeydew melon, herbal tea served ice cold.
Finish: Oily consistency in the mouth, density, chewy, viscous, long finish, not very alcoholic, surprisingly. Some wheat beer on the finish to match the mountains, slightly yeasty and even hoppy. Banana and melon make a wonderful summer mix. Take your time and enjoy your time on earth.

89/89/88

Friday, 9 May 2025

Mortlach 21 2003 2025 58,3 % SV TWE, WB275255

One of the few worm tub distilleries. Apparently Diageo likes worm tubs. According to the Edinburgh Whisky Academy, the other worm-tub distilleries are Ardnahoe, Ballindaloch, Balmenach, Benrinnes, Brora, Cragganmore, Craigellachie, Dalwhinnie, Edradour, Glen Elgin, Glenkinchie, Knockdhu, Oban, Pulteney, Royal Lochnagar, Speyburn, Springbank, Talisker, Rosebank.

After 2 hours: Nose: Lemon peel, fresh herbs, lemon balm. Different glasses reveal different flavours. Chalk cliffs, freshly laid screed. Wet, freshly cleaned board, solvent. Dust, especially chalk dust. Sorrel. Pasture in the Allgäu, greasy sweet pastries, perhaps fried sweets? That's right, churros. A gym with freshly used equipment, magnesia in the air and on sweaty bodies. First impressions can be deceiving, it takes time.

The palate: Wow, nutmeg, cinnamon, minerals, herbs garden and soup. A few drops of water would make this even sweeter.

Finish: Sweetened green tea, Riesling Steillage Schiefer, a bite of chalky rock, some lemon zest, green apples, mildly spicy paprika.

91/91/92

Glenlivet 28 2024 50.1% The Fine Art of Whisky, WB270207

Another old school whisky. What can we expect? Pure inspiration. We live in a different time with different bottlings. So-called modern whiskies, spirits are distilled too quickly because time is money, filling strength is higher now than it used to be because interaction with the wood is quicker then, casks are artificially heated because maturation is accelerated then, first-fill casks are very wet, etc. And this one? Slow and long maturing, the complete opposite, ok, it's Glenlivet, but a different one.

Nose: Very elegant, herbs, powdered sugar, toffee, white chocolate, some Earl Grey, floral like white tea. Now sweet, creamy East Frisian tea with lots of cream and rock candy. Oregano, basil and a B minor aria in the background. The longer the infusion is left, the sweeter it becomes, but the character varies. Sometimes nougat, sometimes Raffaello, cream sweets or halva, ahoibrause or Haribo Tutti Frutti, paradise apples or toasted almonds.

Taste: Herbs, nutmeg, cinnamon. The sweetness is shy and still hiding, but wants to be poetically lured out. Don't be afraid, everything will be fine, come out and be brave. Be proud, you deserve it, a little chilli and a flood of flavours. A little bitter almond, grapefruit seeds, a few drops of water, a slight change. Nuts but not sweet kisses, depth and mature nobility.

Finish: Long and persistent, slightly oily, alcoholic, black tea and sesame, tahini, slightly toasted. Pure poetry, almost haikuish.

92/91/90

Friday, 2 May 2025

Glenburgie 28 1996 2024 54,8% GM, WB268134

It is incredible how many bottles are released every day these days. So how can an enthusiast like me try to taste them all? It is simply impossible, unhealthy or even deadly. What I do is hunt for worthy bottles, for gold and silver treasures, for precious stones, diamonds and smaragds. Every now and then I find a gem like this. Glenburgie, like Miltonduff, was home to a pair of 'Lomond' stills from 1958 to 1981, producing a malt known as Glencraig. In 2004 the old distillery was demolished and a new, larger, open plan distillery was built. A third pair of stills was added at this time. The distillery has been owned by Chivas Brothers since 2005.  

Nose: A warm summer fragrance with vanilla sauce, Werthers Echte and  other cream sweets, caressing, feels like home. I am embraced by coconut and white chocolate. Lots of nougat and a very flowery white tea. This nose can only be described as a feeling of having arrived.

Palate: A slight spiciness tingles on the tongue and wakes you up on the endless white beach. A few herbs emphasise the almost sugary sweetness of the drink. Balsen butter biscuits, but also Neapolitans and shortbread. Now toffee is also making its presence felt, oiling the mouth a little and numbing the lips like a spider woman's kiss.

Finish: Every beautiful journey ends, as does this one. The end is a long time coming, slightly warming, very melancholy like a sunset under palm trees, a reminiscence of the first great love, long gone. The longing grows to set off in search of new treasures, a really true gem, thanks to whomsoever.

93/93/94

Wednesday, 30 April 2025

Imperial 27 50,2 % 1998 2025 A Dream of Scotland BW, WB274788, straw-coloured

Wow Imperial in Carron, a back and forth of openings, closures and reopenings. Now closed and has made way for Dalmunach.

Nose: Candy shop, fruit sweets of all kinds, candy floss, lightly burnt caramel, banana, banana bread, fresh coconut pralines as if from the oven, other baked goods, light-coloured pastries, apple strudel, but also cinnamon pastries such as Franzbrötchen (cinnamon rolls), yeast dough, ginger sweets, forest floor, moss, coconut pralines such as Raffaello, other light-coloured fruits, apricot peach notes.
 

Palate: White pepper, cinnamon spiciness, rancid nuts, walnut, Brazil nut,

more pepper, black. Interesting, two three drops of water killed the whisky, no water, otherwise it becomes very flat and only tastes like a woody drink, badly matured white wine from the supermarket for 1.99 Silvaner. So without water, spiciness: almost like chilli.

Finish: tannins, oak, warming, but also bitter.
Somewhat disappointed.
 

88/100

Friday, 25 April 2025

Hunting Distilleries in Scotland, Aberdeen - Speyside 13.04.-18.04.2025

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Day one: Starting in a hell of a night. Leaving with my Maltmate first by car at 2.30am!!! Flight from Amsterdam, big adventure starts in Aberdeen. First stop for hunting distilleries shortly after landing: Glen Garioch Warehouse No 4 tour. A lovely tour, very interesting, lovely drams, lots of background
information. Our guide is a real enthusiast. He is able to answer all my technical questions. Did you know that Glen Garioch has reinstalled malt floors and is now one of nine distilleries using malt floors? The others are: Balvenie, Benriach, Bowmore, Dunphail, Highland Park, Laphroaig, Springbank, Kilchoman.

No time to lose, our next stop is Speyside. I've been here before, twice. But back then I was a seeker and then a believer. Now I come back as a priest. Strathisla Distillery, a standard tour, but let me tell you, all our tours have been anything but standard. Strathisla is all about Chivas, Chivas here, Chivas there, the distillery and the location is great. At the bar you can try lots of drams (for free!).

Inspired, want more, any dates left? Yes, the great Macallan. No tour though, just the shop and the chance to have a quick look at the cathedral.

What a luxury, what a waste, wtf... What am I doing here?

Day two: In a hurry, first to the cooperage in Craigellachie, yes, where the famous Craigellachie distillery is located. I've already seen a cooperage in Balvenie. It is a very important and skilled craft. Without casks there is no whisky. The quality and nature of the cask determines the result of the maturation. It's really alchemy and sometimes a miracle.

So is my next tour at Glenallachie. The tour is great, the drams are terrible, because all these experiments with wood finishing and refilling unnecessarily disturb the drink and in a way kill the mighty spirit, imo. Slow, quiet maturation is not possible. But, hey, some folks love this style. Whisky is a broad church. So why is the tour for me still a miracle? Because of our guide. He is honest and an artist and not the sort you would expect to find in a distillery. All our guides have been very special people.

The more time you spend on this sacred ground of Speyside (for Scotch drinkers), the more you are influenced and captivated by the magic that has been manifested here over the years through the art of distilling. There are other sacred places I have visited, such as the Highlands (north, central, east and west), Orkney, Arran, Islay, Isle of Skye, Campbelltown. But the Lowlands are still waiting.

Back to day two, not finished yet. The Aberlour distillery is currently (2025) undergoing a major renovation and refurbishment, as is Glendronach. The production process could not be shown. But we do the deconstructed tasting, great drams alongside. The order of the drams is debatable 1) 48%, 2) 60.8%, 3) 40%!, 4) 43%!, 5) 62% ABV.

Lorries thunder along the newly tilled barley fields from A to B, then back to C. Some distilleries don't bottle on site, they don't even store their barrels here in Speyside but in the Glasgow - Edinburgh belt. Other distilleries store their casks in different places, in warehouses belonging to other distilleries, as precaution, as we were assured, in case something happens. So there's a lot of traffic here and tourists too, although very few of them are here for the scenery. If you live along the road, you can't sleep at night.

Day 3: Cragganmore is unfortunately a little-noticed but very interesting distillery. It is one of the distilleries with wormtubs and has an unusual still, which has simply been cut off at the top, i.e. the typical lynarms are... they are different. The Pinnacle tour is very exciting, also because of our guide, who comes from South Africa and has exciting stories to tell and knows a lot of languages.

The next distillery that awaits us is Glenfarclas. On my last visit, our female guide shocked me when she mentioned casually changing the yeast cultures. Wouldn't that change the basic character? It's like two different types of milk from different supermarkets, she said, you couldn't taste it, I was put down. And this time? Our guide is very young, but has learnt her lines well. I don't ask any technical questions this time, but I do ask about Paxarett later, because of the exciting Dacade tasting. She's never heard of it. She casually mentions that GF has changed the filling strength of the casks, as have Glendronach (we find out later that this is also the case with other distilleries). The ABV filling streghth is the subject of scientific papers, as can be read on the daily.sevenfifty.com site, 'understanding the science of barrel entry proof in whiskey', or there are several other articles, for example on whiskymag.com.

The traditional methods no longer seem relevant, traditional processes redundant. Old school? It used to be. Sustainability is the keyword you hear very often. A lot of changes are justified by sustainability. Increased production, greater yield? Not a word. Greed for money? Of course not! Shame upon him who thinks evil upon it. Glendronach argues the bottling strength with space problems, GF says nothing about it. Who am I to judge. I'll keep my thoughts on this to myself. Why do they want to kill GF so badly?

The tasting is an enlightening event, a lot of Family Casks, you get to try a very exciting 4th fill bottling, with the associated background knowledge, later whisky from the 60s with lots of sulphur. The historical facts about the whiskies are an excellent accompaniment to the event. Still reveling in the history of GF, I take a taxi back to my accommodation.

I spend the evenings at the Mash Tun. The restaurant with a very large selection of whiskies has nice staff who unfortunately have absolutely no idea about whisky. Orders from a completely outdated list cannot be served, prices for selected whiskies (point your finger and ask for a dram) cannot be found or are guessed at. Less suitable for vegetarians, the few vegetarian dishes don't taste good. Never miiiind. French fries with ketchup are delicious!

Day 4: A short journey of about an hour to the south to the Cairn distillery. Before that, I visit a Wool Mill, a museum that unfortunately didn't really get back on its feet after Corona. Their only weaver has given up her job and they now have fewer products than when I was there a few years ago. Cardhu is just round the corner, but we get so engrossed in the conversation that we soon have to leave in a hurry. Cairn is obviously built in a nature reserve with enormous restrictions. One wonders why build here. A very modern, architecturally outstanding distillery, without (!!!) warehouses. The warehouses were not allowed to be built here, instead the spirit has to go to the Benromach distillery to be filled into barrels and stored there. Crazy. Gordon MacPhail's, the owner, has apparently given up the business as an independent bottler, selling only the remaining stock and focussing on Benromach and this new baby. The tour is like a cinema show, first the past, then the future. Malt blends are currently on display to give an idea of what the whisky will be like. Everything is very clean and sterile, the process is highly optimised, both digitally and analogue. However, the food in the restaurant is delicious! Somehow everything here reminds me of Macallan, hmmm.

Then comes the stark contrast, an old farm. The old building is a listed building, so the new distillery had to be squeezed into the old walls somehow. The result is Ballindaloch, with an output of 100,000 litres per year, no better than Edradour. The distillery has the balls to use Wormtubs, respect. However, the current bottlings are still a little too harsh and young. It will be interesting to see what comes next.

Another evening at the Mash Tun, French Fries and Ardnamurchan, good job.

Day 5: Unfortunately, my journey has already come to an end, after very intense days another giant awaits me on the road: Glendronach. The first impression is: what a dump, everything has been left to decay. Supposedly, however, a lot is now being invested and everything is being modernised. The place really is a huge construction site. What has been already renovated, however, are the car parks, a strange priority. It's about the masterclass tour, I didn't want to do it under that. Our female guide turns out to be a walking whisky encyclopaedia, all my questions from fermentation time, mash tun brand, mill to type of wood, paxarette, everything was answered. Speaking of mash tun, it is not Lauter yet, produces a cloudy wort, but will be replaced by a Lauter, which unfortunately creates a clear wort, but they want to save the cloudyness somehow. Just amazing what's going on. The tour is meticulously planned, everything runs according to a script, you actually feel like you're in a film again. The final tasting is all the more disappointing, we are unfortunately rushed through the drams, she throws flavour notes at us without waiting for our impressions or making any reference to them. I didn't say another word. Very overpowering. What a pity.

I say goodbye with mixed feelings and again doing the mental note not to buy Glendronach again for the time being.

Day 5/6: Aberdeen, the city everyone warned me about. In fact, the first impression of the city is not very overwhelming. At second glance however, the city proves to be very ambivalent. There is the old town and even a very long, very beautiful coastal strip that starts just behind the legendary AFC stadium. In the city centre is the Aberdeen Whiskyshop, which very generously let me sample some interesting whiskies. After a short search, we find the Grill, an excellent whisky bar where the time passes very quickly. Back to Amsterdam the next day. I'm already longing for the next trip, back to Scotland, again worshipping spiritual holy grounds and hunting distilleries.


Friday, 25 October 2024

Maker’s Mark 2024 cellar aged 59,7 %, WB: 261635

Bernstein, sehr dunkel geraten

Nose: Ups, in der Ecke vergessen, 3h später: Manuka Honig, Pferdeschweiß, Umami, Sonntagsbraten, Sojasoße, Alkohol prickelt sanft minzig-mentholisch kitzelnd. Gärbottich in der Brauerei, malzig süß. Im Hintergrund ein paar Kokosnussraspeln mir einigen Körnern Vanillesamen.
Palate: Eine ganze Horde Schärfebanden, kolportieren Ärgernis und Unruhe. Unausgeglichenheit. Kaputtes Zen. Feng-Shui im Eimer. Ingwer duelliert mit Chili, Pfeffer nimmt Zimt aufs Korn, Piment und Muskat nur Zuschauer. Es mischen Sich Rucola und andere bittere Salatblätter dazu. Süße? Vielleicht etwas im Salatdressing, sherbettig.
Finish: Lässt einen Hauch von Bitterkeit zurück, sowohl am Gaumen als auch im Sinne. Die Nase war sehr vielversprechend, allerdings enttäuscht das Mundgefühl und das Finish.
89/100
 

Amber, happened to be dark

Nose: Oops, forgot in the corner, 3h later: Manuka honey, horse sweat, umami, Sunday roast, soy sauce, alcohol tingles gently minty-mentholic tickling. Fermentation vat in the brewery, malty sweet. In the background a few grated coconut with a few grains of vanilla seeds.
Palate: A whole horde of pungency gangs, spreading annoyance and restlessness. Imbalance. Broken Zen. Screwed feng shui. Ginger duels with chili, pepper takes aim at cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg are mere spectators. Rocket and other bitter salad leaves are mixed in. Sweetness? Perhaps something in the salad dressing, sherbety.
Finish: Leaves a hint of bitterness, both on the palate and in the senses. The nose was very promising, however the mouthfeel and finish are disappointing.
89/100

Friday, 18 October 2024

Smoke Wagon Uncut Unfiltered 57,64 % 166B 2022 04-year-old, WB: 257229

Tripmastermonk nimmt uns auf eine Lofireise…in Heugelb

Nose: Aromen entwickeln sich lofiish, etwa 2h später manifestiert sich Vanille, Honig, Ahornsirup, Kräuter – Berg. Hustenbonbons a la Ricola. Marshmallows eher amerikanisch, Alkohol pulsiert zum Beat in die Nase, an die Wände und den Nasengang bis in den Rachen hinein. Die Stirnhöhle wundert sich. Ist erstmal alles betäubt, streut sich Zimt daher, Muskatnuss hinterher, etwas Holzrauch vom Grill, eher Holzkohle. Weitere staubige Gewürze streunen auf staubigen Straßen stadteinwärts sachte siechend statt satt und sämig. Nonchalant daherkommend.
Palate: Scharfffffff, Kentucky Hugish. Brennt die Speiseröhre hinunter. Süße Bratäpfelchen vermischen sich mit Zimtschärfe. Der Apfel setzt sich nicht durch. -Hust Hust, falsch verschluckt, jetzt brennts überall.
Finish: Billiger Brandy, jung und scharf, ohne Erfahrung ohne Reife. Wen will der beeindrucken? Marzipan mit zu wenig Zucker bleibt am Gaumen hängen, sogar Bittermandel. Oaky, Koks,  Schärfe von Verbranntem. Eine Ölspur bleibt auf der Straße zurück, auf dem Weg ins Ungewisse.
89/100

Tripmastermonk takes us on a lofi journey...in hay yellow
Nose: aromas develop lofiish, about 2h later vanilla, honey, maple syrup, herbs - mountain. Cough drops a la Ricola. Marshmallows rather American, alcohol pulsates to the beat in the nose, on the walls and down the nasal passage into the throat. The sinuses are amazed. Once everything is numb, cinnamon is sprinkled over the top, followed by nutmeg and some wood smoke from the barbecue, more like charcoal. More dusty spices drift along the dusty roads into town, gently simmering instead of rich and creamy. Coming along nonchalantly.

Palate: Sharppp, Kentucky Hugish. Burns down the gullet. Sweet baked apples mingle with cinnamon spiciness. The apple does not prevail. -Cough cough, swallowed wrong, now it burns everywhere.
Finish: Cheap brandy, young and spicy, without experience and without maturity. Who is he trying to impress? Marzipan with too little sugar lingers on the palate, even bitter almond. Oaky, coke, spiciness from burning. A trail of oil remains on the road, on the way to the unknown.
89/100

Friday, 11 October 2024

Blended Grain Scotch Whisky 1973 NSS 50, WB: 257585

Uff – bei dem Alter bekommt man schon weiche Knie. Auf die Knie falle ich dann bei Oloroso und HHD. Allerdings nur Grain. Altert anders als Malt. Was erwartet uns? Nach 3h Wartezeit geht die Reise zurück in das 1973.
Nose: Gab es da nicht eine Ölkrise? Farbe erinnert an Schweröl…oder Cola. Speaking of: Coca-Cola oder Pepsi? Candyshop, Schokocrumble, Backwaren – Weihnachtsgebäck. Zimt und Melasse. Jetzt wieder Pepsi, abgestanden, prickelt und kitzelt in der Nase. Zwischendurch Kellermuff und Stall. Dann wieder – Pepsi!
Palate: So schmecken also 50 Jahre. Ich kenne Menschen, die so alt und ungenießbar sind oder schon immer waren. Der Colageschmack eröffnet mit einer Pfeffrigkeit. Süßer Kaffee, Cappuccino mit mehr Zucker als nötig, Armagnac – ähnlich alt gereift, da muss man eher sagen gelagert.

Finish: Überraschend kurz, sterbend, Existenzängste der Aromen, kämpfen ums Überleben. Petroleum bleibt am Gaumen. Ein paar Kräuter melden sich aus dem Nichts, rufen verstörende Wörter. Es bleibt ein Geschmäckle.
89/100
 

EN
Whew - at that age you get weak knees. I then fall to my knees with Oloroso and HHD. But only grain. Ages differently than malt. What can we expect? After a 3-hour wait, we return to the 1973.
Nose: Wasn't there an oil crisis? Color is reminiscent of heavy oil...or cola. Speaking of: Coca-Cola or Pepsi? Candy shop, chocolate crumble, baked goods - Christmas cookies. Cinnamon and molasses. Now Pepsi again, stale, tingling and tickling the nose. In between cellar mustiness and stall. Then again - Pepsi!

Palate: So this is what 50 years tastes like. I know people who are or have always been that old and unpalatable. The cola taste opens with a peppery note. Sweet coffee, cappuccino with more sugar than necessary, Armagnac - similarly aged, one would have to say stored.
Finish: Surprisingly short, dying, existential fears of the aromas, fighting for survival. Petroleum remains on the palate. A few herbs emerge from the past, shouting disturbing words. A nasty taste remains.
89/100

Friday, 4 October 2024

Ardmore 22-year-old WSP Equilibrium III, WB: 257037

Dunkler Berstein

Nicht secret secret highlander – Ardmore.
Nose: 2h Ein Lagerfeuer, allerdings bereits erloschen, die Gemeinschaft aufgebrochen, hier und da Glutnester, etwas Holz glimmt noch nach, verströmt Birkenrauch. Zigaretten, Menthol, gibt es die noch? Wahrscheinlich in 100 Varianten als Vapes. Ahoi-Brause, Haribo Balla-Balla, wenn man eine frische Tüte öffnet. Brataromen in einer alten Turnhalle, Workout mit Medizinbällen. Schweißtreibend. Süße mischt sich unter den Braten-Tabakduft, Datteln im Speckmantel aus dem Ofen.
Palate: Prickelnd, alkoholisch, leicht brennend, Schärfe: Schwarzer Pfeffer. Ingwer, etwas Chilli. Salzkörner, Torfbitter.
Finish: Absolut Nonequilibrium, alles andere als ausgeglichen. Adstringenz, Torf, leicht maritim, alkoholisch – unangenehm.
88/100

EN
Dark Amber

Not secret Highlander - Ardmore.
Nose: 2h A campfire, but already extinguished, the community broken up, embers here and there, some wood still smoldering, emitting birch smoke. Cigarettes, menthol, do they still exist? Probably in 100 variations as vapes. Ahoi-Brause, Haribo Balla-Balla, when you open a fresh bag. Roasting flavors in an old gym, working out with medicine balls. Sweat inducing. Sweetness mixes with roasted tobacco, dates wrapped in bacon from the oven.
Palate: Sparkling, alcoholic, slightly burning, spicy: black pepper. Ginger, some chili. Grains of salt, peat bitters.
Finish: Absolutely nonequilibrium, anything but balanced. Astringency, peat, slightly maritime, alcoholic - unpleasant.
88/100

Friday, 27 September 2024

Bladnoch 2001 22 Canasta Sherry Butt, WB: 256956

Ramsey – Goodbye, dunkler Bernstein

Eine dieser auch-zur-Selbstverteidigung-geeignet-falls-der-Inhalt-nicht-schmeckt Flaschen.

Nose: 60min: Schwer wie das Glas strömen die Aromen in die Nase. Süßliche Verwesungsgerüche mit Waldboden, während Legenden über Krieger*innen erzählt werden. Am Lagefeuer mit Stockbrot und S'More [smɔəɹ] bestehend aus einem Stück schmelzender Schokolade und einem gerösteten Marshmallow eingebettet in zwei Graham Cracker. Das Feuer knackt, im Hintergrund pflügen Wildschweine den Waldboden auf, Trüffel, Steinpilze, frische Erde und Moos. Natürlich sind Hengste in der Nähe, wiehern und schwitzen um die Wette. Einige Sattel trotzen der Hitze des Feuers. 2h: Ein Apfel und einige Maronen leiden in der Glut. Die Nase klebt am Glas, will kein O2 sondern nur noch diese Xn Moleküle. Ein paar Datteln, Rum aus einem alten Fass, Rotwein Chateau Haut Brion 1993. Wein wird kirschig, Oma hat Schwarzwälder Kirschkuchen gezaubert mit genau der richtigen Schokoladenmenge. Der Kuchen wird in einer alten Bibliothek serviert, verstaubte Bücher, wissende alte Seiten, vergilbte Weisheiten verströmen Duft der vergangenen Tage.

Palate: ---- unfähig zu schreiben, wortlos, schmerzlos, trotzdem am Stöhnen und Krümmen, am Staunen und Raunen. Der Himmel öffnet sich, der heilige Whiskygeist kommt über mich, ich sehe für Millisekunden das große Ganze, weiß Dinge, sehe Vergangenes und Kommendes und Gegenwärtiges. Die Zeit bleibt stehen. Worte finden wieder ihren Platz, formen sich zu schwarzem gesüßtem Tee, Espresso, Zartbitterschokolade. Rotweincreme mit Schokolade, Mousse au Chocolat. Alle möglichen Nachtische mit schwerem Rotwein und dunkler Schokolade.

Finish: Einfach nur endlos, nicht enden wollend. Schwerer Rotwein, Rioja, aber alt, sehr alt. Sägespäne aus dem Zedernholzwerk, Werkstatt eines Gitarrenbaumeister, alte Cellos. Ja, so schmecken alte Cellos aus der Medici-Zeit. Nach 3h: Sahne, eine Cremigkeit füllt den Mundraum. Reste einer Rotwein-Schoko-Cupcake.

96/100

EN

Ramsey - Goodbye, dark amber

One of those also-suitable-for-self-defence-if-the-content-doesn't-taste-good bottles.

Nose: 60min: The flavours flow into the nose as heavy as the glass. Sweet odours of decay with forest floor, while legends about warriors are told. At the bonfire with stick bread and S'More [smɔəɹ] consisting of a piece of melting chocolate and a roasted marshmallow embedded in two graham crackers. The fire is crackling, in the background wild boar are ploughing up the forest floor, truffles, porcini mushrooms, fresh earth and moss. Of course there are stallions nearby, neighing and sweating. Some saddles defy the heat of the fire. 2h: An apple and some chestnuts suffer in the embers. The nose sticks to the glass, doesn't want O2 but only these Xn molecules. A few dates, rum from an old barrel, red wine Chateau Haut Brion 1993, wine becomes cherry-like, grandma has conjured up Black Forest cherry cake with just the right amount of chocolate. The cake is served in an old library, dusty books, old pages full of knowledge, yellowed wisdom exuding the scent of days gone by.

Palate: ---- unable to write, wordless, painless, yet moaning and writhing, marvelling and whispering. The sky opens up, the holy whisky spirit comes over me, for milliseconds I see the big picture, I know things, I see the past and the future and the present. Time stands still. Words find their place again, mould themselves into black sweetened tea, espresso, dark chocolate. Red wine cream with chocolate, chocolate mousse. All kinds of desserts with heavy red wine and dark chocolate.

Finish: Simply endless, never-ending. Heavy red wine, Rioja, but old, very old. Sawdust from a cedar mill, a master guitar maker's workshop, old cellos. Yes, that's what old cellos from the Medici era taste like. After 3 hours: cream, a creaminess fills the mouth. Remains of a red wine and chocolate cupcake.

96/100