Clynelish 1996 SV, WB: 223662

Old Stories Are Bound To Repeat, They Just Need The Right Person To Tell Them. Mood: buoyant vengeful, Series: Blood Origin. Glasses and colour: I admit I don't have many gifts and talents, I often buy whisky by the appearance. I had great difficulty with this broth, black as night, what to see takes great effort. That's why I choose glasses that are diverse and many, to see what I like the drink in any.

Clynelish 1996

Nose: Immediately after pouring the drink, I have to contort myself, I think, nose to nose, nose to nose, it's going to be hard, I'm going to crawl away by the bard. So I let some time pass, good two hours no fuss. Then I'm in a herb garden, rosemary, sage and other - says the warden, essential oils mix with the alcohol, tingling in my nose is the menthol. I got these smells in the blenders glass, small dried dates in others, less blatant, nothing comes out of the tall glass. Sugar is caramelizing in the pan, a basket with peach, apple and a fir cane, half a banana, the apple is overripe, coconut jumps in, was waiting in the pipe. Mere Tokens Beget Mere Tastes. Mouth: An orgy of herbs and espresso, two grains of salt and muscovado. It tingles, waxes and occupies, everything sticks together, in the mouth flavors get better but weirder. Thought You'd Be Shorter. Still, It's Not Your Fault. Finish: In the first act now the finale, reminds me of Bordelaise Cannales, very dark baked, black caramelized, what remains are numbed lips, paralyzed. The three hours were stormy, I found amazing aromas blimey, but that's not enough for me - I smell and taste a few more rounds, don’t blame me. Mouth after 3h: Strong black coffee heavily sweetened with sugar, feeling an effervescent tablet in the pocket. A spoonful of cough syrup, spinach and holla, now I taste rocket. Finish: This finale starts with mag(g)i(c), soy sauce oily down, rosemary, ribwort wants be shown. Greek mountain herbs and laurel bite on it. Hmmm, unfortunately bitter and shitty to say the least. Waxed up with Campari, quinine, ginseng and cascarilla bark, I feel dark. South goes the story, is there any chance for glory, did I expect too much, we try 2 tsp of water in such. In the nose, umami joins eucalyptus and mint. In the mouth, I taste orange peel and spices, not just a hint.

Now the story does not end here, the next days and nights will bring insight more severe. This malt becomes more intense and powerful with time. It needs attention and rewards more and more, that’s no crime.

But who am I poor lowborn, judging, sometimes it tastes fine or it just doesn't me notching.

'The ignorant are always jealous of anyone with gifts.' - Éile

 91 / 100

 

Glenrothes 16 2006 DL, WB: 222678

Glenrothes 16

Whisky in the Unity Sensis Plus from Eisch; Mood: riotous and morbid Nevermore. Series: Altered Carbon.
Nose: 6h forgotten, sorry. Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough. Tobacco - Cigar

Glenrothes 16

Flor de Selva Año del Tigre. Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot? Sultanas - currants - 3 drops of Havana rum. Si si claro. Cinnamon, mixed nuts, cerials. Cider vinegar from overripe red apples. Dates, cocoa, milk chocolate, a touch of freshly brewed Lady Grey. Molasses from Demerara raw cane sugar. After the 6h, floral aromas develop - almond blossom at flowering time in Andalusia.
Mouth: Caramel, toffee, fudge, toffee melange from Storck. Espresso, pepper, black tea coated. Slightly oily, covering teeth. A mixture of maple syrup, sugar syrup and Manuka honey - how un-Poe-etic. Candies left in the sun a little too long, sticky aromatic.
Finish: medium long, café cortado with lots of sugar remain reminiscent, a poem and a melody can be stored in consciousness along with memories on the cortical stack and transferred across galactic distances to other sleeves.
If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry. - Richard K. Morgan.

91 / 100

 

Caol Ila 16 2006 AWWC, WB: 220466

Whisky in the glasses 'The Nose' and Classic Glencairn whisky glass, Mood: Lonely, Series: The Good Doctor, Music: Lhasa - De Cara a la Pared
Nose after 2h: OMG please don't leave it for 2h. There's hardly anything coming out of Glencairn, The Nose has to struggle quite a bit. There's a cure for youth and stupidity, time and experience. To enjoy the full smoke aroma, allow max 20 min. I recommend not to delay the surgery any further.
Gym after practice. Men's team volleyball. Or old weaving factory, machine oil smell mixes with 10-hour workday sweat, paired with flax aromas. The boss's cigar smoke from his room joins in anti-Marxistly. Accidents happen, hospital, nurses exchange bandages.
Smells of workmen at work in a bathroom that is far too cramped. Peat is not an open wound, more like internal bleeding, invites a deeper examination - to CT please. The Glencairn is still very sweaty, but becomes campfire, sugar water, leather.
Dates wrapped in bacon forgotten in the fire, marshmallows forgotten on a stick, vanilla mistaken for pepper, roast forgotten in the oven, signs of brain tumour? The Nose has umami, dark gravy, oops lemon balm disguised as mint, maritime, smoked eel and ham from about 7m away. At the Glencairn Theatre shortly after rehearsal, sourdough.
Now developing finest marzipan. Decaying earth, decay and death everywhere. The day that the rain

smelled like ice cream, my bunny went to heaven in front of my eyes. The day that the copper pipes in the old building smelled like burnt food, my brother went to heaven in front of my eyes. I couldn't save them. It's sad.

Mouth: Chilli. Pepper, ginger. Oily, cream sweets, fortune biscuits 'vanilla dream happy'. Danish crunchy cream - from Google. Charred roast too heavily peppered.
After a ½ tsp of water, stronger dosage only after consulting the taste buds: the nose gets even more marzipany, nut mixture with sultanas and something sour, diagnosis takes time. Ah yes cranberries.
Finish: Long, warming, healing. Some mustard. Espresso in Italy. Machine oil sticks to the teeth for a while.
'If you're a good person, every now and again, you're gonna feel like an idiot.' - Melendez

Merry Christmas.

Final diagnosis: 92 / 100

 

 

Excalibur 1973, WB: 216519

In the Pat Hock glass The Nose. Mood: Hectic. Series: Rings of Power.
How do you prepare such a Precious at the age of Gandalf? Correct with something even older in elven age. https://www.whiskybase.com/whiskies/whisky/198398/north-of-scotland-1971-sb. Tried a lot, this spell worked and brought out even more nuances. Alternatively, the following magic rings and this magic formula help: pour a very 'thin' whisky, smell and feel very intensely for about 2h, hunt down and write down the last aroma molecules and flavours. All sensory organs and the brain are now sensitised and ready for the test. There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

After 2 ½ hrs: Nose: The Nose seems to concentrate the aroma more intensely than the 1920's Blenders Glass, or I get my nose in deeper. Plums forgotten in the sun, fermented and wasps made happy. Brandy, cinnamon, star anise àmulled wine spices, a Christmas market nearby, recently expired balsamic. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. More Time: 3h of marzipan, nut bites with sultanas from Aldi, noble drops with plum water or raspberry brandy, we both take. Cherry mixes in.

Mouth: Armagnac, plum brandy, milk chocolate.
Finish: Plum brandy, Someone brushes their teeth with a silk cloth, velvety impressions on the palate.
4h: Nose: Nicely matured old Armagnac, e.g. this Armagnac Aurian 1966. Marzipan from Lübeck bittersweet.
Mouth: Thyme, rosemary, very green apple, unripe fruit, green almond fruit, almond syrup. Finish: Bitter almond. Peppercorn. Sweet - bitter, it goes back and forth, leaving a longing to just step outside the door and walk away....

"Go where you must go, and hope!"- Gandalf.

88 / 100

Glen Scotia 12 2022, WB: 219523

Glen Scotia 12 2022

Whisky in 1920's Blenders Glass. Colour: rusty light amber. Mood: Stress. Series: Manifest. Caution Neck Pour.

The Calling says let stand, fuck The Calling:

Nose: Heavy dark wine, rancio. Sage dipped in paxarette and doused with balsamic. Wine becomes a merlot from Rioja. Wine tasting in the cellar muff, is moved to a sweet shop as too cold in the cellar. A four-in-hand Landau rides by leisurely. On it someone in leather robes rolling cigars.

1h later: moss forest floor, Breitachklamm in autumn, a horde of extreme joggers jogging through. Dark juicy blackberry, baked apples doused with molasses, bakery at Christmas time - 5am.

Falling fruit fermenting away in the meadows in the Allgäu, silage. Or was the calling misinterpreted? Cows mooing nearby, but dare not come nearer.

Mouth 1 ½ h: Apple juice slightly fermenting, overripe fruit soaked in Rioja wine, 3 drops of rum, espresso, tingles on the tip of the tongue.

Finish: Oaky, tannins, French Press on the finish. Medium length.

Fifth sip: Family Bitter: Brussels sprouts, rocket, radicio, a pinch of nutmeg, 70% dark chocolate Ecuador Lidl 2283 kJ. Vanilla powder scattered on the Holi festival instead of colours. Cosy Christmas, four candles burning, fir tree fragrant. The oven is still warm.

2h: Some galia melon, knowingly bitten the way of the pomegranate, wherever that comes from. A Calling 🤔? Coffees flash through the palate like the last memories before death. Who knows, maybe death is just the beginning. Incomprehension and wonderment linger. What is the divine plan? Dates spread in the nose, the texture becomes oily.

4h The Calling points to water: 1 tsp.

Nose: clamp cellar no grain cold pressed but wine. On the road again in the forest, a sawmill on the way. What may have happened here? Pencil shavings snowing down.

Mouth: Refreshingly sweet sweets, mountain herbs, Ricola sage.

2 tsp water:

Nose: Oh, very restrained, misinterpreted. Only reminiscences of the aromas. Pleasant mild summer night somewhere in the mountains. Baking aromas.

Mouth: Bitterness withdraws. Slight sweetness, oily texture, caramel, malt, bread, 2 drops of lemon. Sugar grains flash through. Herbal decoction of herbs from monasteries - lowlands, wet climate, evangelical.

"How Much Are You Willing To Sacrifice To Get To The Truth?"


90 / 100

Macallan 2000 GM Speymalt, WB: 218063

Macallan 2000 GM Speymalt

This whisky has to face three difficulties before tasting:
The color indicative of a very wet cask, hence 'drowned whisky'; The brand that triggers PTSD in some whisky lovers; The price that causes stomach ache and a guilty conscience for at least two weeks.
Let's try to ignore all these factors.
that being said
Colour: Coca-Cola Zero.
Music: A. Ward - Ring My Bell, Series: Elementary. Mood: Friday evening 9 p.m., late October.
Wetting the Palate: https://www.whiskybase.com/whiskies/whisky/170509/aultmore-2008-mbl
Glasses: Tasting Glas Bhlas and Unity Sensis Plus from Eisch.
Nose: After 10 minutes with the lid on: Medjool dates, chestnut honey, Storck chocolate toffees
After 30-45 min: Bhlas develops dark preserved fruits, dark berries, overripe plums sprinkled with cocoa powder, raspberries pierce through. Plum compote with star anise, cinnamon and nutmeg.
In the Unity glass: a dough of overly sweet dates kneaded with Werther's Genuine Soft Caramel, left to stand in the sun for a long time, mixed with a few sultanas.
Nut flavors, bacon, pecan, walnut. Marzipan with chocolate icing.
5 drops of water (added very reluctantly): tingling freshness in the nose, cola fizzy tablets. rum raisins. Baked apple flavors with a nut crunch topping.
Taste: sticky sweet, sticks the tongue to the palate, 80-100% dark chocolate, 100% cocoa powder, occupies the entire mouth, unable to speak for several minutes. Words are annoying anyway, a feeling of having arrived in whisky heaven.
Second sip: Espresso Ristretto, with lots of Demerara raw cane sugar.
Third sip (1h passed now): Syrupy, very thick, Grade W maple syrup if you can get it, hints of umami, balsamic mixed with a couple of drops of soy sauce.
Fifth sip: strong black tea joins the flavors. Hint of mulled wine.

Macallan 2000 GM Speymalt

Pure mindfulness. taste yoga. Space and time dissolve.
Finish: Eternally long finish with sweet coffee, French press, over-roasted, dark, almost burnt beans. Melting Udzungwa 75% dark chocolate. Three drops of grapefruit juice. 2 grains of salt.
Water takes away some of the sweetness, flavors are weakened. Cold diluted espresso.
Mouthfeel and taste experience seem more intense with the Unity Sensis Plus.
According to Charles Maclean, the basic character is: rich, robust, oily, fruity.
JW: "Excellent!" SH: "Elementary."

96 / 100

Tamdhu Cigar Malt II, WB: 218398

Tamdhu Cigar Malt II

Whiskey in the Unity Sensis Plus from Eisch, but the Blhas glass fits better. Colour: mahogany. Mood: Long Covid, long before Covid. Series: The Witcher. Wetting the Palate: An unusual mixture of blended malt and cognac: https://www.whiskybase.com/whiskies/whisky/204301/macnairs-lum-reek, Grande Champagne Daniel Bouju 1984/2022 Cognac Batch 2 - 38 years - C .Dully Selection (CDuS). Chaos is the same as it's always been. Humans just adapted better.

What do you say to non-smokers? Do I have to spoil the lungs as well as the liver or does this malt contain magical powers, transforming you into an invulnerable Witcher. If I Have To Choose Between One Evil And Another, Then I Prefer Not To Choose At All. With due respect, some episodes have passed (2h)

Nose: unusual ride on a horse, Arabian. Rider falls into a vat of syrup, Canadians. Tingling in the nose, freshly opened package of dried apricots, marzipan, walnut and chestnut mousse with lots of cocoa. Sunday roast, umami. Freshly cooked couscous with raisins. Banana bread tossed in molasses; a paradise apple distracts...

Mouth (about 2h): Sherry, sparkling hot. Caffè Americano or rather lungo. Evil is evil...Lesser, greater, milling. It's all the same.

Finish: Disappointing, nothing special, coffee, accidental inhalation of cocoa powder, lovage, angelica archangelica, sage, rosemary.

After 3 hours:

Mouth: sticky mouth, macerated Grenache and Shiraz from the Barossa. Paxarette. Mouth-filling and covering à defies whatever smoke lingers in the throat. Grilled bananas with chocolate shavings, herbs flash subtly, Mediterranean.

Finish: Not exuberant, but long, a little witchy, cinnamon-pimento-muscat. Bit into a peppercorn and spat it out, sucked on a juniper berry, haven't decided what to do yet... raw Jerusalem artichoke.

Mouth: Failed brussel sprouts stew in asparagus water...

Tamdhu Cigar Malt II

Water? Unnecessary, anyway 3 drops and almost a complete season with many smacking noises later:

Nose: Fine, delicate, fleeting sherry aromas. Raspberry Strawberry Jam.

Mouth: dark fruit jam with a dash of grappa and some spiciness of turmeric and nutmeg, accompanied by eucalyptus, refreshes the mouth. Rosemary sage tea flashes.

Finish: Spicy fresh herbal brew, becoming drier, not short. Impressions remain for a long time overnight. "You can't outrun destiny just because you're terrified of it."

Toss a lot more coins to this one…

89 / 100