I am a fan of single malt whisky, though I confess to only being an amateur in it’s dark arts. Makes me feel quite serious when I drink it, a mature man. Not entirely sure why. Possibly the feeling was bestowed on me while watching some film as a wee lad and saw the hero drinking it while he wrote some great work or pined for a lost love or just drank himself into oblivion.
Over the years I seem to have developed a preference for Islay’s peaty smoky beasts. Though offerings from Campbeltown have seduced my palate of late.
This 15 year old Bowmore is 43%abv and has been aged in sherry cask.
My notes describe it thusly…
Eye- Golden amber
Nose- Burnt toffee, moist peat, warm honey, TCP & nettles
Palate- Rich & smoky, ginger nut, nutmeg, orange peel, clove, long earthy peat finish
Verdict- Found it a bit rough on the finish and lacks a little complexity for me. It would love some dark chocolate or a good cigar. Worth a punt.