Glenrothes 16 2006 DL, WB: 222678

Glenrothes 16

Whisky in the Unity Sensis Plus from Eisch; Mood: riotous and morbid Nevermore. Series: Altered Carbon.
Nose: 6h forgotten, sorry. Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough. Tobacco - Cigar

Glenrothes 16

Flor de Selva Año del Tigre. Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot? Sultanas - currants - 3 drops of Havana rum. Si si claro. Cinnamon, mixed nuts, cerials. Cider vinegar from overripe red apples. Dates, cocoa, milk chocolate, a touch of freshly brewed Lady Grey. Molasses from Demerara raw cane sugar. After the 6h, floral aromas develop - almond blossom at flowering time in Andalusia.
Mouth: Caramel, toffee, fudge, toffee melange from Storck. Espresso, pepper, black tea coated. Slightly oily, covering teeth. A mixture of maple syrup, sugar syrup and Manuka honey - how un-Poe-etic. Candies left in the sun a little too long, sticky aromatic.
Finish: medium long, café cortado with lots of sugar remain reminiscent, a poem and a melody can be stored in consciousness along with memories on the cortical stack and transferred across galactic distances to other sleeves.
If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry. - Richard K. Morgan.

91 / 100

 

Caol Ila 16 2006 AWWC, WB: 220466

Whisky in the glasses 'The Nose' and Classic Glencairn whisky glass, Mood: Lonely, Series: The Good Doctor, Music: Lhasa - De Cara a la Pared
Nose after 2h: OMG please don't leave it for 2h. There's hardly anything coming out of Glencairn, The Nose has to struggle quite a bit. There's a cure for youth and stupidity, time and experience. To enjoy the full smoke aroma, allow max 20 min. I recommend not to delay the surgery any further.
Gym after practice. Men's team volleyball. Or old weaving factory, machine oil smell mixes with 10-hour workday sweat, paired with flax aromas. The boss's cigar smoke from his room joins in anti-Marxistly. Accidents happen, hospital, nurses exchange bandages.
Smells of workmen at work in a bathroom that is far too cramped. Peat is not an open wound, more like internal bleeding, invites a deeper examination - to CT please. The Glencairn is still very sweaty, but becomes campfire, sugar water, leather.
Dates wrapped in bacon forgotten in the fire, marshmallows forgotten on a stick, vanilla mistaken for pepper, roast forgotten in the oven, signs of brain tumour? The Nose has umami, dark gravy, oops lemon balm disguised as mint, maritime, smoked eel and ham from about 7m away. At the Glencairn Theatre shortly after rehearsal, sourdough.
Now developing finest marzipan. Decaying earth, decay and death everywhere. The day that the rain

smelled like ice cream, my bunny went to heaven in front of my eyes. The day that the copper pipes in the old building smelled like burnt food, my brother went to heaven in front of my eyes. I couldn't save them. It's sad.

Mouth: Chilli. Pepper, ginger. Oily, cream sweets, fortune biscuits 'vanilla dream happy'. Danish crunchy cream - from Google. Charred roast too heavily peppered.
After a ½ tsp of water, stronger dosage only after consulting the taste buds: the nose gets even more marzipany, nut mixture with sultanas and something sour, diagnosis takes time. Ah yes cranberries.
Finish: Long, warming, healing. Some mustard. Espresso in Italy. Machine oil sticks to the teeth for a while.
'If you're a good person, every now and again, you're gonna feel like an idiot.' - Melendez

Merry Christmas.

Final diagnosis: 92 / 100

 

 

Excalibur 1973, WB: 216519

In the Pat Hock glass The Nose. Mood: Hectic. Series: Rings of Power.
How do you prepare such a Precious at the age of Gandalf? Correct with something even older in elven age. https://www.whiskybase.com/whiskies/whisky/198398/north-of-scotland-1971-sb. Tried a lot, this spell worked and brought out even more nuances. Alternatively, the following magic rings and this magic formula help: pour a very 'thin' whisky, smell and feel very intensely for about 2h, hunt down and write down the last aroma molecules and flavours. All sensory organs and the brain are now sensitised and ready for the test. There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

After 2 ½ hrs: Nose: The Nose seems to concentrate the aroma more intensely than the 1920's Blenders Glass, or I get my nose in deeper. Plums forgotten in the sun, fermented and wasps made happy. Brandy, cinnamon, star anise àmulled wine spices, a Christmas market nearby, recently expired balsamic. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. More Time: 3h of marzipan, nut bites with sultanas from Aldi, noble drops with plum water or raspberry brandy, we both take. Cherry mixes in.

Mouth: Armagnac, plum brandy, milk chocolate.
Finish: Plum brandy, Someone brushes their teeth with a silk cloth, velvety impressions on the palate.
4h: Nose: Nicely matured old Armagnac, e.g. this Armagnac Aurian 1966. Marzipan from Lübeck bittersweet.
Mouth: Thyme, rosemary, very green apple, unripe fruit, green almond fruit, almond syrup. Finish: Bitter almond. Peppercorn. Sweet - bitter, it goes back and forth, leaving a longing to just step outside the door and walk away....

"Go where you must go, and hope!"- Gandalf.

88 / 100

Glen Scotia 12 2022, WB: 219523

Glen Scotia 12 2022

Whisky in 1920's Blenders Glass. Colour: rusty light amber. Mood: Stress. Series: Manifest. Caution Neck Pour.

The Calling says let stand, fuck The Calling:

Nose: Heavy dark wine, rancio. Sage dipped in paxarette and doused with balsamic. Wine becomes a merlot from Rioja. Wine tasting in the cellar muff, is moved to a sweet shop as too cold in the cellar. A four-in-hand Landau rides by leisurely. On it someone in leather robes rolling cigars.

1h later: moss forest floor, Breitachklamm in autumn, a horde of extreme joggers jogging through. Dark juicy blackberry, baked apples doused with molasses, bakery at Christmas time - 5am.

Falling fruit fermenting away in the meadows in the Allgäu, silage. Or was the calling misinterpreted? Cows mooing nearby, but dare not come nearer.

Mouth 1 ½ h: Apple juice slightly fermenting, overripe fruit soaked in Rioja wine, 3 drops of rum, espresso, tingles on the tip of the tongue.

Finish: Oaky, tannins, French Press on the finish. Medium length.

Fifth sip: Family Bitter: Brussels sprouts, rocket, radicio, a pinch of nutmeg, 70% dark chocolate Ecuador Lidl 2283 kJ. Vanilla powder scattered on the Holi festival instead of colours. Cosy Christmas, four candles burning, fir tree fragrant. The oven is still warm.

2h: Some galia melon, knowingly bitten the way of the pomegranate, wherever that comes from. A Calling 🤔? Coffees flash through the palate like the last memories before death. Who knows, maybe death is just the beginning. Incomprehension and wonderment linger. What is the divine plan? Dates spread in the nose, the texture becomes oily.

4h The Calling points to water: 1 tsp.

Nose: clamp cellar no grain cold pressed but wine. On the road again in the forest, a sawmill on the way. What may have happened here? Pencil shavings snowing down.

Mouth: Refreshingly sweet sweets, mountain herbs, Ricola sage.

2 tsp water:

Nose: Oh, very restrained, misinterpreted. Only reminiscences of the aromas. Pleasant mild summer night somewhere in the mountains. Baking aromas.

Mouth: Bitterness withdraws. Slight sweetness, oily texture, caramel, malt, bread, 2 drops of lemon. Sugar grains flash through. Herbal decoction of herbs from monasteries - lowlands, wet climate, evangelical.

"How Much Are You Willing To Sacrifice To Get To The Truth?"


90 / 100