Nose: Herbal, lemon verbena tea with honey
Palate: Pot de creme, yerba mate.
Rating: 5 / 10 – My father, who isn’t a spirit drinker declared it quite approachable. Zero complaints, and zero shits. Another whiskey for me to forget.
Nose: Red grape skins, menthol, wine vibe.
Palate: Big rounded spicy, grapefruit peel, nutty with a vague sense of smoke
Rating: 6 / 10 – big flavors worth enjoying
Nose: Blackberry, heather grass on the higher mountain trails above Agaete, lilac, dried cherries
Palate: Blackberries and cassis, hints of dark chocolate
Rating: 7 / 10 – a perfectly executed berry bomb
Nose: Milk toast, grassy, toasted almonds.
Palate: Almond turon, toffee, coffee grounds, cranberry leather concentrate – I know I have thanksgiving on the brain
Rating: 7 / 10 – this is surprisingly good.
Nose: Acai tea, milk nose funk, sour milk
Palate: Wood tannin, vague cherry pitts, pears
Rating: 4 / 10 – a very mild easy sipper. Completely ambivalent.
Nose: Pear skin, vanilla granola.
Palate: Light and bright. Pear and yogurt. Drizzle Wildflower honey. Sweet white wine vibe.
Rating: 5 / 10 – a perfectly acceptable whisky.
Nose: Cherry wood sawdust, gingerbread spice, rose water
Palate: Sour cherries, roasted almonds ginger, black peppercorn, quite thin and yet a good tartness.
Rating: 5 / 10 – a bit more character but lacks oomph
Nose: Chocolate turron with rice krispies, nougat, cocoa pod flesh, dried cherries
Palate: Leathery, chocolatey, delicious.
Rating: 7 / 10 – big delicious simple sherry bomb.
Nose: Chocolate covered espresso bean, tobacco leaf
Palate: Grapefruit peel, red wine vinegar, ginger, peach and black tea
Rating: 6 / 10 – fun and complex. But brighter than I wanted.
Nose: Butterscotch, cedar, touch of sulfur
Palate: Caramel, lemon peel, mongo white tea, sulfur.
Rating: 5 / 10 – too dirty sulfur for me but it’s an exciting pour.
Nose: As a kid you couldn’t force me, but somehow in my 40s I’ve finally acquired the taste for well crisped fat. Especially with the charred caramelized bits. Rich decadence off the charts. I’ve had cassis on the brain all week. Stained glass purple tinted fingertips. Blackberries from the warm side of the train tracks, ultra ripe sticky deep red figs, veering into vieille prune. Old saddle tack and grandpa’s pipe tobacco. Black shoe polish, restrained, deep, elegant.
Palate: A full suitcase of gentle flavors. Sorry sir, that won’t fit into the overhead bin, would you like us to check this for you? You don’t look to be in a rush. A sweet dustiness, with hints of polish. Boom. Warm, wood embrace, which for me is good but won’t suit everyone. I blew my nose after a big sip and could see the quercus vapors curling out of my nostrils like puff the magic dragon. Sweet and dry tones of a well-tuned fruit leather. I’m back into running long distances after a 5 year break and was praying the industry had shifted from sickly fruit flavored energy sources to anything less sweet. No luck, but the natural fruit jellies have come a long way. I really enjoyed the green banana, ginger and cardamom chews. Add a bit of oak extract, and you are on point.
Rating: 7 / 10 – What a nose. And the palate is no slouch, if you can really slow down and give it space. I love this level of wood, but my instinct is that they waited too long. Would have loved to try it at 30 years in cask.
Nose: Chicken satay peanut sauce, peanut brittle. FRESHLY CRACKED DENTAL DAM. We sure he logged this right? Smells like a madeira. So savory. Rosemary. Mince and apple pie. Curried apples. Golden raisins. Lebanese rice pilaf with dried cranberries and almonds. Wet hay and clovers.
Palate: Usually when the palate matches the nose, that is a plus. But noooope. Nope nope nope. This goes onto the cheap street food that keeps you up all night and industrial rubber spectrum. Then it shifts into a kinda pleasing apple pie vibe. But it doesn’t save it.
Rating: 4 / 10 – Friends don’t let friends drink this alone. Hold my hand Ryan. This juice is for savages. The dry sherry vibe is so darn overwhelming.
Nose: A summer alpine meadow. Honeycomb and chamomile. Waxy and polish. Sugar pea vines in bloom.
Palate: A subtle entrance that blossoms with time. White tea, orange peel and a spoonful of honey. Rose hips with a gentle non-cloying sweetness. A pimm’s cup.
Rating: 6 (Shane) 7 (Ryan) / 10 – this should be served in a garden cafe. With little cakes and cucumber sandwiches. The perfect summer bottle.
Nose: Mace and flash fried sage leaves. Walnuts, apple butter, Nasturtiums on a bitter salad with a mix of rocket and arugula. Ripe green grapes, with a hint of acidity. Light pickling spices/herbs, and meringue. If this had Grosperrin on the label, I wouldn’t bat an eye.
Palate: Grosperrin, is that you? This continues to drink like a cognac!? Wood is quite present but balances out pretty well with the rest of the palate. Sweet grape paired with a light Indian spice funk. Grapefruit peel. Honeydew. Cinnamon, nutmeg and coriander. Pue’r and hints of leather. This is so lovely. I’m Waxxxy and I know it.
Rating: 6 (Ryan) 8 (Shane) / 10 – What are the odds Kay fucked up and gave us a 1972 cognac? But then again, there is a style of whisky from the 70s that crosses the stream. Ryan finds it just a bit too woody/astringent, but I love the pairing with the fruit.
Nose: Violets and honeysuckle. Sphagnum moss and orchids. Orange sweetened dried cranberries. Rich deep scone vibe, with a huge dollop of fresh whipped cream and a couple ripe strawberries. And a mint leaf for garnish. Sugar cookie batter. Slights hints of fresh celery.
Palate: The palate is an exact match to the nose, which is absolutely delightful. The wood is strong but perfectly balanced by the sweetness of the sherry integration. Fatty texture. Reminds me of the first fat washed apple cider I had. Honey and warm brown sugars. Hazelnut. Shane gets anise seed but Ryan leans toward shashito pepper. A splash of raspberry. This drinks insanely smooth, and yet, minutes later, there is a big mouth tingle on the finish
Rating: 9 / 10 – This is the closest thing to whisky “dessert” I think I’ve had without having sugar shock. A level of elegance I wasn’t ready for, but have to kneel and shout… we are not worthy. Feels like I should have dressed up. Good thing Ryan wore his thong. I totally get why people chase after these older Glengoynes.
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