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So back in 2012 Valgar got one of these things and did daily updates.
Me, being apologetically unimaginative, did the same thing but on Facebook in 2013.
Why am I bringing this up?
I treated myself to another one and figured I would share it here as well as on the Facebooks. Some background on my Whisky knowledge. I have none, really. I just calls them like I sees them.
Day One: Tullibardine 228 Burgundy Cask Finish, in case you can't see what my cat Columbo is trying to point to.
The 228 comes from the volume of the barrels that it spent 12 months of its life in.
I would not let Columbo have any, and he bit my arm...while purring. After that, he flopped down and wanted to play.
The little bastard has obviously had some of this before and was trying to clue me in.
On the nose this product of Scotland was very pleasant. Light enough to not give away any secrets, strong enough to let you know it was probably going to have a touch of honey and spice to it.
The first sip had a very strong citrus mixed with either vanilla or honey depending on which taste bud you asked. As it lingered that promise of spice came through and finished on top of what I can only describe as a slightly microwaved marshmallow. I am guessing that this had something to do with the oak barrel getting it on with the honey, but what do I know.
If you have never microwaved a marshmallow, please take the time now to do so, but pull the plug before it starts to burn from the inside out. If you don't, your parents will come home and ask why the whole house reeks of burnt sugar. If you answer them "because I knocked over the sugar and vacuumed it up, it must have gotten hot in the vacuum" they will believe you, and eventually when you are in your 40's you will confess to microwaving things while writing a review on some juice from the Highlands. Or so I have heard.
After giving it some time to breathe, it bites you. Gone is the subtlety of vanilla/honey and replacing it is a slightly peaty, very peppery, sweet citrus pop that lingers lovingly - waiting patiently for you to play with it some more.
At 43ish bucks a bottle, this might make its way into my regular rotation.
Me, being apologetically unimaginative, did the same thing but on Facebook in 2013.
Why am I bringing this up?
I treated myself to another one and figured I would share it here as well as on the Facebooks. Some background on my Whisky knowledge. I have none, really. I just calls them like I sees them.
Day One: Tullibardine 228 Burgundy Cask Finish, in case you can't see what my cat Columbo is trying to point to.
The 228 comes from the volume of the barrels that it spent 12 months of its life in.
I would not let Columbo have any, and he bit my arm...while purring. After that, he flopped down and wanted to play.
The little bastard has obviously had some of this before and was trying to clue me in.
On the nose this product of Scotland was very pleasant. Light enough to not give away any secrets, strong enough to let you know it was probably going to have a touch of honey and spice to it.
The first sip had a very strong citrus mixed with either vanilla or honey depending on which taste bud you asked. As it lingered that promise of spice came through and finished on top of what I can only describe as a slightly microwaved marshmallow. I am guessing that this had something to do with the oak barrel getting it on with the honey, but what do I know.
If you have never microwaved a marshmallow, please take the time now to do so, but pull the plug before it starts to burn from the inside out. If you don't, your parents will come home and ask why the whole house reeks of burnt sugar. If you answer them "because I knocked over the sugar and vacuumed it up, it must have gotten hot in the vacuum" they will believe you, and eventually when you are in your 40's you will confess to microwaving things while writing a review on some juice from the Highlands. Or so I have heard.
After giving it some time to breathe, it bites you. Gone is the subtlety of vanilla/honey and replacing it is a slightly peaty, very peppery, sweet citrus pop that lingers lovingly - waiting patiently for you to play with it some more.
At 43ish bucks a bottle, this might make its way into my regular rotation.