Bowmore 2005 TWA, 20 yrs, 51.8 %, 2026, The Nose 3.0, WB298777

After a long period wandering among the ill and beyond, health and perception returned, along with a Bowmore and this strange Nose 3.0 glass. In the centre is a comb-like glass structure. I wonder how to clean it — supposedly it enhances the aromas. This glass enhances my depths to the bank.
Nose: Unfortunately, there is no significant difference in the aroma between the Nose 3.0 and the blender's glass, despite the huge price difference. However, let's focus on the Bowmore. How many different apple cake variations do you know? Crumble cake, covered apple cake, apple strudel with plenty of cream and apple sauce, grilled pineapple and bananas. I admit the last two don't really count as apple dishes. There are all sorts of influences from bourbon casks: cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, a touch of white pepper, vanilla and honeydew melon. Palate: Honeydew melon family, ginger, aromatic white pepper,

perhaps Szechuan pepper (?), apple juice, pineapple juice, cinnamon and clove tea, and rooibos tea sweetened with honey. Adding a few drops of water brings out even more sweetness, reminding me of stevia! Valla!
Finish: Warming and very long with a drying effect in the mouth and numb teeth; the cinnamon and clove combination continues to heat things up. It's like a violin solo accompanied by drums and an electric guitar. A few drops of water conjure up hints of acacia honey and doughnuts, or Berliner doughnuts if you prefer. Grains of salt linger a little longer. "Not all those who wander are lost." ― J. R. R. Tolkien.

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Mortlach 2005, Decadent Drams/ Drinks whatever, 2026, 50,1 %, 20 yrs, WB295736

There are moments, fleeting instants, that happen and you want to hold on to them for as long as possible, but then they’re gone and you keep searching desperately, constantly on the hunt.

Nose: A lovely warm breeze of the approaching summer, freshly harvested hay, whatever it is, straw-yellow like the glass, bright and fragrant, the nostrils delight in the aromas, fragrant vanilla pods, crème brûlée, vanilla custard fresh from the oven, candyfloss, baked apples, apricot cake and yes, fresh from the same oven, peach tart, apple sauce, light cinnamon notes, a hint of clove, a touch of nutmeg and allspice, freshly grated lemon or orange zest (?), quince jam, toffee and cream sweets.

Palate: Peach juice from tinned peaches, other soft, overripe yellow fruits, a hint of the South Seas, hardly any coconut though, more Mediterranean in fact. But, oh so much lychee. Life-affirming yet slightly melancholic, the lightness of being, a touch of ginger spice for the not-so-light side of

existence.

Finish: Milliseconds? Half an eternity. No need for hunts anymore; the moment has come to stay. Oily, mouth-filling, slightly warming in the throat, cinnamon and cloves tickle, but not harshly. Juices of yellow, overripe fruit. 

“The present moment, though fleeting, is the only tangible moment. The rest are but a heap of memories.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson

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