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American ex-pat John Glaser is the founder and head whisky maker of Compass Box. He never intended for the No Name expressions to become a series. Now offering the third and final edition in the series, No Name No. 3 continues to exemplify the complexity of blended peated whisky. The grande finale is a blend with a seashore smokiness cultivated around whisky from the Laphroaig Distillery.
James Saxon is the lead whisky maker behind No Name No. 3, which is the crescendo of the series exploring heavily peated whisky. While Laphroaig makes up 74.7% of the blend, Saxon added their own highland malt blend (0.5%) and three other distilleries as supporting characters. Bowmore (11.5%). Mortlach (7.5%), and Clynelish (6%) make up the rest of the No Name No. 3.
Compass Box has proven repeatedly that blended whisky is nothing to scoff at. The No Name series is not the first time the brand has gone big with peat. Peat lovers first discovered Compass Box in 2003 with the release of it Peat Monster. I have no doubt the experimentation with peat will not end with No Name No. 3, but I hope the love for the series from fans will lead to another permanent peated expression in Compass Box’s portfolio.
This Peat Princess has searched for the smokiest whisky she could drink, and holy smokes this may quite be the leader of the pack. Before committing to a bottle, I suggest finding a place to taste a dram of it first. If you must have it, remember there are a little fewer than 10,800 bottles available.
Tasting Notes: Compass Box No Name No. 3
Vital Stats: 48.9% ABV. Blended single malt whisky. Limited to 10,794 bottles. 750ml $130.
Appearance: Pale straw
Nose: The No Name III is pungent like a ripe sweaty sock. It is one of the smokiest and dirtiest scotches I’ve ever smelled. I would say it is a campfire mixed with a hint of rubber and wet dog. Iodine is predominant with band-aids. My eyes are watering. Aside from the stinky compost, there is a bit of orange peel and marshmallow.
Palate: The mouthfeel is light and has a sooty or charcoal taste at the beginning. The middle is sweet with simple syrup, and this is where orange peel pops out. The middle is also floral with jasmine and rose hips. The whisky numbs the tongue, but I can make out pineapple or mango. The smoke from the nose hits at the end with salt and pepper. Overall, I feel like I drank a barbecue pit.