SMWS, what a strange club, instead of names, numerical codes (which you look up anyway) and predetermined flavours, quasi incapacitating, elitist and somehow ... not. Anyway.
Mortlach, the name sounds like a war cry. "But Enough Talking, I Challenge You."
Nose: Ground in a mixed forest. Moss and all kinds of elf dung. Old library with wise books. Sawmill. Fruit stall next to dried fruits. Sunday roast with grilled pineapple slices.
Mouth: Sweet, pineapple juice, apricot juice, apple juice, sherbet, doughnuts in lots of oil, crêpes.
Finish: Mouth-filling, coating, waxy, oily, blunt teeth. Dental floss, a hint of mint. Sticky, dry.
With ¼ teaspoon of water, the nose loses intensity. Herbs and dusty spices dominate in the mouth. Some cinnamon spiciness is noticeable in the finish. Why continue to buy from SMWS?
“To Be The Best; Isn’t That A Good Enough Reason?” Kojiro.
93/100
