Holy hell, this is a monster. An absolute old school powerhouse of malt that I think may still be fermenting on the way down. This whisky is deep enough to explore for hours. Cavernous and complex, it serves up a veritable feast of scents and flavors. I would strongly recommend taking your time here and slowly becoming acquainted with this young Springbank.
The nose on this dram is freakin’ enormous. Right off there is a sour malt punch backed up by a smoky peat cloud. Then the mishmash of scents start coming from all angles here. There is a salty meatiness, game-y really, that is met with pungent spice and maybe something like smoked fish. A sharp attack from somewhere that seems sort of citric…but not. (Sorry!?!)
The tongue gets a working over too. Malt, malt and more malt are delivered in waves. It is salty, peppery and drying. The oily viscosity of this malt helps it linger for hours. When I finally got my head wrapped ’round the enormity of this Cambeltown gem…I was completely surprised to find I was left with hints of gentle oak, juicy fruits (citric…rinds and pith) and…less surprising…smoky malted barley.
This is a whisky of backbone and character. Absolutely amazing and unique.
- Reviewed by: Curt
- Photo: Curt