49.2%, Compass Box 2016, blended malt, 3282 bottles produced.
Waxy Clynelish goodness immediately comes through in spades, along with crisp clean apples, quince, orange peel, wet wool (not unlike Springbank Local Barley 16 Year Old), soggy porridge (in a good way), clotted cream, and just a whisper of peat. Oh, the humanity! This veritable Hindenburg of a blend will certainly get the big boys undies up in a bunch.
The crisp apples now taste baked, and topped with a flourish of cinnamon. Nectarines, as well? Yes, there are stewed orchard fruits: Come buy, come buy! quoth the goblin market. Im also getting a decidedly old skool presence in the mouth. Wet wool, a bit of paraffin wax, along with some heather honey, and Ceylon tea. I appreciate how Glaser describes the palate of this whisky, revealing that a goodly part of the blend hails from a location in close proximity to the mothballed ruins of Brora distillery . Of course, hes speaking of Clyenlish distillery , and I taste that in spades. I neednt hide the fact that I adore pre-1991 Clynelishes, which hadnt yet become floral, perfumey Speyside wannabes. Personally, I feel the whisky in front of me is not quite as rough and rugged as the mischievous Broras of yesteryear. I am reminded more of a Connoisseurs Choice bottling that I tasted last year . It was a 24 year old Brora from 1982. In all fairness, however, it was quite a bit weaker than Glasers creation, bottled at a mere 43% ABV, as is maddeningly typical of the rarest Gordon & MacPhails. But there is a method to this madness: lower ABVs equal more bottles to sell, and thus a higher profit margin for the company. Alas, alack, epicurean aesthete that I am, sometimes I forget that whisky is a business, and an industry, after all. Finish: Chinese pepper, matsutake mushrooms pan fried in butter with some sea salt, lychee nut, a dollop of sour cream, and faint sprinkles of allspice climbing nimbly down the back of ones throat in tiny elf shoes. Meanwhile, back at the fort
a delicate and sweet wood presence glides along the taste buds, causing the salivary glands rise to this occasion, as they cause the mouth to water. And that is a very good thing, because hydration is just what the doctor ordered to keep the tissues of ones tongue from wilting under this broths generously high ABV. After a blaze of glory, ones tongue is left with an exotic persimmony zest, which hangs out for some time. Final Thoughts and Score: In the spirit of full disclosure, I am happy to state that Compass Box sent me a sample of Three Year Old Deluxe to review. Suffice it to say, a miniature bottle of this (admittedly lovely) broth is not enough to bribe Whisky Kirk in any way so as to sweeten up his tasting notes, or his review. With the Three Year Old Deluxe, we have a whisky that is generating a grass roots following the old fashioned way: by earning it. This high quality blended malt Scotch whisky was made by a company that continues to grow organically, and naturallybased upon product offerings rather than slick advertising. If youre anything like me, then you like this fact. Speaking of which . . . I am reminded of Springbank distillerys Longrow 18 , one of my all-time faves, which also tips its light saber in the direction of Brora .
Chinese pepper, matsutake mushrooms pan fried in butter with some sea salt, lychee nut, a dollop of sour cream, and faint sprinkles of allspice climbing nimbly down the back of ones throat in tiny elf shoes. Meanwhile, back at the fort
a delicate and sweet wood presence glides along the taste buds, causing the salivary glands rise to this occasion, as they cause the mouth to water.