So…this kid and Jura? We’re not the best of friends. Don’t mind it. Don’t love it. Until the Prophecy came along I was a little indifferent to be honest. Indifferent or underwhelmed. Te entire lure of Jura for me is the mystique associated with the island’s history and geography. The true heartbreak in my relationship with Jura is that last year’s pond-hopping took me to Islay, but didn’t give me quite enough time to get across to Jura. Next time, suppose.
Jura 18. Hm. 18 years is just hitting a sweet spot in terms of maturation. From here till about…oh…30 or so has a nifty little flavor profile that you can tack on to almost any malt and see certain characteristics revealed (a waxy, rubbery, dusty, oaky influence from the cask that is bloody sexy). Indeed we do see a little of that in the Jura 18, but not quite enough to mask the youthful dry nuttiness I just can’t seem to evade with Jura malts.
Having said that…there is ample charm here to make this a rewarding dram. And one well worth the ridiculously low price point. Problem being…I believe this one is no longer in production.
Bourbon rides hard on the nose. There is a mild perfumed waxiness (almost like a snuffed scented candle) and warm broken leather up front. Dry nut and a little too much oak, then into an oddly forced spiciness (hard to describe, but doesn’t seem to flow naturally). Toffee….some candied nuts…and finally the fruits arrive with a late fanfare.
The delivery is oaky. Very oaky. Almond (that dry nuttiness) and a hint of white pepper appear. This one is slightly tannic, likely a result of the Oloroso influence. All followed by a nice pleasant fade of ebbing oak and spiced apple pie.
Less fruity than I imagined it would be, but hey…that’s my preconception failing me.
All in…not a bad drink at all. Hm…could I slowly be coming ’round to Jura?
Next up…Isle Of Jura Superstition.
- Reviewed by: Curt
- Photo: Curt