To cut a long story short, these new glasses from Eisch are simply no match for standard whisky glasses. Unfortunately, the aromas barely reach the nose; the mouthfeel is good, however, the flavour is restrained, and the price is sobering. 
This Daftmill bottling is yet another exclusive release for Luvians. I visited one of their shops in St Andrews – very friendly people, and very helpful with online orders. And this bottling is a real hit.
Nose: Warm vanilla sauce, vanilla custard still warm, white chocolate coating just before melting point, popcorn at the cinema, open-air, summer night, a fair nearby, endless candyfloss, a candyfloss revolution. Sweaty people rushing from A to B to buy more sweets and try out the machines. Candy apples. Freshly baked cake, something with apples. A hint of banana, if my senses aren’t deceiving me, coconut milk and Raffaello. In a bar in St Andrews, The Keys, loud, loud golfers, sporty young people, laughing, chatting, drinking beer.
Palate: Black tea with a little rock sugar and milk, just as the East Frisians drink it. Unripe apples, herbs like lovage? No, sage? No, perhaps verbena. A few bitter almonds, yet marzipan-like. A hint of rancid walnut lingers in the mouth.
Finish: Light woody notes, some tannins, espresso and dark chocolate. Tonka beans. Long-lasting. After a while, crushed orange seeds linger. I don’t like golf and golfers, but
“Bitterness is venom that consumes its host.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo. So St Andrews wasn’t so bad after all.
91/91/90
Nose (3h): Crème brûlée, caramelised with plenty of birch wood, incense sticks in the distance, with vanilla notes but also a dying fire, a camp just broken up, like in a Western; speaking of which: a hint of horse manure, stables and sweat, an old saddle. A few caramel sweets, but little sweetness overall. Green apples and freshly mown grass.Palate: Sweetened black tea, a hint of ashtray, burnt sugar, but no molasses, nor rum or cream sweets, rather apple pie left in the oven too long, darkly browned crumble. Nut butter.
Finish: Black tea on the finish, slightly sweetened, a touch of pepper, medium length, campfire ash eaten with bread on a stick, burnt dough, no more bread, too charred. Water? Hmm, becomes drier, dustier, woodier. “Occasionally, you might enjoy the luxury of an unexpressed thought.” ― Everett Dirksen
88/88/87
Nose (2h): Juicy, sweet red apples, perfectly ripe – Baya Marisa or Red Delicious. A hint of fizzy cola, banana, strawberry, apricots, but also other sweets: fruit and caramel sweets, churros with dulce de leche, light grilled notes, faded and forgotten.Palate: Bold. Not shy. Confident. Blending ergo sum. Ashtray, forgotten cigarette butt in the mouth, burnt out, accidentally taken a drag on it. A hint of candied ginger. Stale apple juice, oily, peppery. Coffee, too weak not to go.
Finish: Surprisingly long, campfire, warming, becoming slightly dry. A hint of the cigarette has made its way down the throat. Peppercorns triumph, a few grains of salt applaud. After a while, existentialist tannins from the previous day make themselves felt and ask about the meaning of life. Be careful with water, it kills the meaning a little. “The literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself.” ― Albert Camus
90/89/90
This Daftmill bottling is yet another exclusive release for Luvians. I visited one of their shops in St Andrews – very friendly people, and very helpful with online orders. And this bottling is a real hit. 
