Glendronach 1993, 26 yrs, 50.9 %, Tyndrumwhisky.com, new Amber Glass, WB175465

That's another amber glass. I see them online and they look fine, but when I hold them and smell and taste from them, they just don't deliver the experience you would expect from their appearance. The glass feels strangely artificial, not to say cheap, despite the high price. It is a balloon glass similar to the Blender's Glass, but less balloon-like, with a slightly wider opening. Overall, I'm not so positive: the taste and aromas are restrained, the handling is artificial and 'cheap', and the glass is less elegant than it looks. This bottling is already from the Rachel Berrie era, but it was an affordable exclusive bottling at the time. Nowadays it's impossible to get hold of, and the prices are a real pain for a 20ish x years old bottle.
Nose: Subtle sherry notes, herbal aromas from the herb garden.

Dark fruits tend to remain in the background. Hardly any dates or raisins. All my personal perception, of course. Others might detect a sherry bomb, but nothing explodes for me. Everything is subtle, almost elegant, were it not for those intrusive herbs and a slight alcoholic sharpness. In the background, musty cellar and old wood.
Palate: Sweetened black tea, maple syrup. Pancake, overbaked with strong toasty notes. Tannins, red wine, a Burgundy-style blend. Spices such as cinnamon and allspice.

Finish: Dry, coffee aromas, hardly any sweetness. Cocoa nibs. Sage and chervil linger for a while. Oily coating on the palate. A sharpness of white pepper. Alcoholic like a brandy. Woody bitterness. Unusual maritime performance. “I don't perform. Seals perform.” ― Morrissey
 

88/87/87

Glenkinchie 2008, 18yrs, 53.4 %, Sansibar deinwhisky.de, WB297947

This is a real rarity. There are hardly any independent bottlings; they are a serial absentee. A rarity, a Lowland whisky and a distillery with worm tubs – it must be Christmas.
Nose: Stewed dark fruits, strawberries, but also plums, perhaps cherries? I’ll soldier on and explore the nose a bit more. But there’s also something baked – cake? Black Forest gateau. There are dates too, and a different kind of heavy sweetness: maple syrup, pine honey, sugar syrup. I admit, I’ve no idea about the distillery’s character; all I can detect here is this fantastic cask. Now there’s leather too, a hint of sawdust, but old and dusty. Coffee aromas. Will that linger in the mouth?

Palate: Heavy red wine, Spain, Ribera del Duero. Very strong coffee, perhaps even espresso, slightly sweetened. Stewed fruit drowns in coffee and red wine aromas, strong tannins. 
Finish: Very dry. Espresso notes fill the entire mouth, hellish astringency. Rarity or not, the cask gives you no chance to learn anything about the distillate – no Glenkinchie here, yet still a great drink.
 

88/87/87

Blended Grain 1973 NSS, 51.9 %, 52 yrs, WB296492

Did you know that Bob Ross, William Shakespeare and Christopher Reeve all died at the age of 52? So did Grace Kelly, Houdini and Frank Zappa. All credit cards have been blocked, by the way. Life is for living in the moment, for moments like this. Some seek enlightenment through meditation, some by climbing high mountains and dying, and some by sitting under the great bodhi tree and waiting to die of hunger anyway. So what do I do? The everlasting search for the meaning of life is not found in the stars, the universe, behind the moon or in great philosophers, but in liquids like this. What absurdity! But life itself is absurd and perhaps even meaningless. What does this bottle mean? It means cheap pizza again for dinner.
Nose: The nose is beautiful, with sweet sherry notes, but mature of course — about 52 years old.

It's so deep and rich, reminiscent of very old Armagnacs. There's a lot of umami here: soy sauce and other Asian sauces, as well as cooked sweet wine, such as rancio or balsamic vinegar. It's like old wood in antique churches where people have just left after intense prayer. There are a lot of sins in the air, by the way. Sins are committed in dark corners, back alleys, dark cellars and other clandestine places. Dark furniture surrounds these places: some old leather armchairs and dark thoughts everywhere, like dark fruits cooking or dark meat frying. 
Palate: Intense, rich and dense. Dark fruits that have been cooked, as well as umami sources. A sauce mage is brewing all kinds of blissful potions, but sweet ones that are enchanting like a fairy tale. Such sweetness is paired with old Armagnac, plum juice, hints of cassis, overcooked jam, sticky toffee and well-aged rum. As for demerara or muscovado sugar, I honestly can't tell the difference. Anyway, it's dark and sweet. What a beautiful dram, what a gem! Worth abandoning every meaning of life.

Finish: Life is too short to worry about how long this will last. It's just eternal. The muscovado sugar lingers for a long time, the rum stays overnight, the balsamic vinegar doesn't want to leave at all and the soy sauce is now part of your life. The meaning of life? "Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean. Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun. You're nowhere to be seen.” – Anne Clark.
 

95/94/95

Glenxxxxxxx 2006 NSS, 59 %, 19yrs, WB296553

It's supposed to be a sherry hogshead; judging by the colour xth fill. A mystery malt? It's categorised as a Glenfarclas on Whiskybase. Long story short, I couldn’t solve the mystery.
Nose: Barn, with hints of burnt tyres and shoe polish. Spices, with no sweetness. Strawberry jam. Meaty, umami, mushrooms and forest floor. Sheep dung and a musty cellar. Dried apricots and perhaps peach and baked apples. Sage tea.
Palate: I'm terribly blind at blind tasting and very bad at recognising anything, so here too, I don't detect any signature or hint; it's an alien whisky. However, it's not bad; it's just sharp on the palate.

It's peppery, full of character, wild and a bit harsh, but rich. In the background, the stallion is still there. Wild stallions. There's some sweet tea, but it's infused with lots of herbs: rosemary, thyme and lovage. Sage and orange seeds.
Finish: Medium-long, about 40 seconds. It's warming with a hint of peel and freshly squeezed orange juice that's been squeezed a bit too much. Kitchen herbs and rocket with lamb stew under a full moon. Speaking of, ‘Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand’. —Neil Armstrong
 

87/89/88

Blended Grain Scotch Whisky, 1972, 2025, Decadent Drams, 50.8 %, Reich glass, WB277516

Everything about this bottle is decadent, even the name. I find Decadent Drinks and their marketing strategy extremely annoying, yet I can't stop Google stalking them — their stories are kind of addictive. Here's another story, so Google it yourself and have fun! While you're doing that, we're playing the waiting game. Is five hours and twenty minutes enough, or do we have to wait half a decade? So, how do you drink such a decadent dram? To add to the decadence, we're pairing the drink with even more decadent glasses. Both are absurdly expensive, and altogether, with the bottle, they're total credit card killers: Izaak Reich from the Czech Republic and Josephine N° 3 from Germany, But I have to admit that these glasses are of the chain, they do enhance the aromas and taste incredibly. For a few hours, you will feel elegant and aristocratic, but also like snobby, arrogant, bourgeois jet-setters.

Nose: How do century eggs smell? Does it make any difference that this one is only half a century old? Don't get me wrong; nothing here smells of eggs, and they're only a few weeks old. Here, you can smell wisdom and reminiscences of much older libraries and students who have been studying in hidden corners for even longer. You can smell sweat evaporating in the air, mingling with old wood, furniture, and forgotten stories. Some of these stories are still remembered. If you do, it's like smelling whisky and recognising aromas of cream caramel, vanilla custard, milk chocolate and hints of banana. You turn the pages of those old books; some are antiques, written in ancient runes or alphabets. Now and again, you recognise words such as 'cantaloupe' and other kinds of honeyed, sweet tropical melons. Dive deeper into the calligraphy and you will read 'honey', even 'honeycomb'. 
Books about long journeys to the South Seas tell tales of tropical fruits and coconuts. It's interesting how, back home and tired from the long journey, you sit by your fireplace, remembering all the exotic cultures, and hold a very old brandy similar to Louis XIII cognac and just die there and then.

Palate: The arrival indeed picks up the thread: it is an old, wise cognac. It transforms sweet aromas into something deep and rich. It boldly coats the mouth with a mineral, even chalky, flavour, with hints of allspice, nutmeg and cinnamon, and a touch of clove in the aftertaste. It is like Earl Grey tea, sweetened with lots of sugar and a few drops of Amalfi lemon. 
Finish: The finish reveals some cloves and chalky notes, leading to a drier sensation. A few shy oaky tannins make their presence known. Before you die, a slight bitterness remains of things you have regretted doing or not doing. 
“When the storytelling goes bad in a society, the result is decadence.” – Aristotle.

93/92/91

Edradour 2025, 12 yrs, 46 %, SCAA Charity Bottling, WB293637

It's another charity bottling, so I bought it anyway just to support the cause, but I wasn't expecting anything in return. The SCAA (Scotland's Charity Air Ambulance) is a registered charity that assists the Scottish Ambulance Service (SAS) with emergency medical services by providing helicopter-based air ambulances. Nevertheless, Edradour's 10-year-old bottlings have lost a lot of complexity and depth in recent years, and consequently I have lost more and more interest. Of course just my opinion.

Nose: That's what I'm talking about: lots of sherry notes, but lacking in complexity and pretty simple. There are rum raisins, but not much sweetness, no sticky toffee, just an alcoholic freshness and some herbs. Surprisingly, there are some milk desserts like rice pudding, but no cinnamon. Now cacao powder and milk chocolate appear.

Palate: Despite the 46% ABV, it's quite alcoholic and spirit-driven. There is only a superficial sweetness and a burning sensation, as well as nutmeg and, finally, cinnamon. There is spiciness from ginger and some white pepper. It is sharp and oaky.

Finish: short and peppery, spicy. Although nothing was expected, it is still disappointing. Gone... “Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.” ― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

86/86/85

Daftmill 2009, 16 years, 56.3%, #59 & 60, Luvians, new Eisch Rum Nosing Glass Jeunesse, WB294834

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

Glen Scotia 2005, 59.6 %, 20 yrs, #123, 10th anniversary deinwhisky.de, WB296273

Right, you shouldn’t expect an in-your-face peatiness – and indeed, how is that supposed to happen, after 20 years of full maturation, it’s clear that some expectations haven’t been met. But if you’re open to integrated peaty notes that lead to astonishing complexity: voilà.
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

Blended Malt Scotch Whisky 11 yrs NSS 54.1 %, Bothy by Ralfy 10th Anniversary, WB295769

Blended live from the legend. Frankly, I didn’t expect this result, tbh; tbh, I don’t even know what I was expecting – probably the usual when you drink a blended malt. This diversity, richness and sweetness – amazing.
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