Glenfarclas 1991 S22, WB: 222588

DE 

Glenfarclas 1991

Glass: Blhas, Spiegelau Snifter. Serie: Invincible, Mood: Avnosatdoonawday. Farbe: Schwarztee, sehr schwarz. Wetting the palate: diverse ausprobiert, Bourbon z. B. der hier WB225512, Sherry matured scotch z. B. der hier WB219589 und alter holzlastiger Grain WB218656. Wie anfangen, kann man so ein Malt nicht einfach nur genießen? That’s the tricky part of the job, balancing what you wanna do, with what you need to do. Nose, eingefangen nach etwa 4h – 7h: Snifter: Süsswarenladen, daneben ein Markt – Stand mit arabischen Dips, Datteln, kandiertem Ingwer, Kokos und anderen getrockneten Früchten. Teig. Vollmilchschokolade und eine Tüte Studentenfutter. Blhas: pencil shavings, Sägewerk. Getrocknete Steinpilze. Wildscheine gönnen sich ein Festessen aus Trüffelpilzen mit Balsamico und Sojadressing angemacht, dazu gärende dunkle Früchte auf Waldboden. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, and I’m the only one of us who can’t fly. Apfelsaft, Tabak angezündet aus etwa 10m Entfernung. Heeeerrrrrrlich. Someone Thinks They’re Too Clever For Us. They All Think That At First. Dunnage Warehouse, alte Bücher in der Biblioteca Medicea Laurenziana. Aufgescheuchte Wildpferde galoppieren über dem Moos. Sattelleder, Schweiß, schwarzer Tee
Ceylon. Mouth nach 4½ h: Je nach Vorwetting unterschiedlich. Manchmal Vollmilchschokolade, manchmal zartbitter. Oft geschmeidig. Oh, I'm In So Much Trouble. Sahnebonbons, Espresso Macchiato vom Feinsten. Pfeffer. Erstaunlich, hin und wieder helle Säfte wie Apfel. Fnish: wärmend, je nach Wetterlage Kentucky Hugh oder einfach heiße Sojabrühe. Nicht aufhörend. Friends Tell Friends The Truth. Genau – irgendwie die Wahrheit erkennend. I know things. Ölig, Mund belegend. “Hit Me And Let Me Prove You Wrong.” – Mark. 

97 / 100 

EN

Glass: Blhas, Spiegelau Snifter. Series: Invincible, Mood: Avnosatdoonawday. Color: black tea, very black.Wetting the palate: tried various scenarios, bourbon e.g. this WB225512, sherry matured scotch e.g. this WB219589 and old woody grain WB218656. How to start, can't you just enjoy a malt like this? That's the tricky part of the job, balancing what you wanna do, with what you need to do. Nose, caught after about 4h - 7h: Snifter: confectionary shop, next to it a market - stall with Arabic dips, dates, candied ginger, coconut and other dried fruits. Dough. Milk chocolate and a bag of trail mix. Blhas: pencil shavings, sawdust. Dried porcini mushrooms. Wild boars feasting truffle mushrooms dressed with balsamic and soy dressing, plus fermenting dark fruit on forest floor. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, and I'm the only one of us who can't fly. Apple juice, tobacco lit from about 10m away. Woooooonderful. Someone Thinks They're Too Clever For Us. They All Think That At First. Dunnage Warehouse, old books in the Biblioteca Medicea Laurenziana. Startled wild horses gallop across the moss. Saddle leather, sweat, black tea Ceylon. Mouth after 4½ h: varies according to pre-wetting. Sometimes milk
chocolate, sometimes bittersweet. Often smooth. Oh, I'm In So Much Trouble. Creamy sweets, espresso macchiato at its best. Pepper. Amazing, now and then bright juices like apple. Fnish: warming, Kentucky Hugh or just hot soy broth depending on the weather. Incessant. Friends Tell Friends The Truth. Exactly - somehow knowing, beginning to understand. Only what. Oily, mouth coating. "Hit Me And Let Me Prove You Wrong." - Mark. 

97 / 100