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