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DEC
2007:
MY GOD, THEY
DID IT! |
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Truly
exciting, extremely rare, amazingly collectable
and, err, stunningly palatable (are we good at hyperbolising
things or what?), here’s...
THE
BIG BASTARD
Wonder of Wonders, Legend amongst the Legends, a
fascinating and highly innovative new Spirit with
an Islay heart, designed to appeal to Russian oligarchs,
Chinese IT wizards and the discerning whisky enthusiast
alike, already coined “the bottling of this
century” by Dr. Willibald Schmitzovic, the
most famous independent whisky expert in da world.
The Big Bastard, Resingled
Malt Spirit, A Nonsensical Tribute To All Scots,
Very Limited Edition, strictly private, only sixty
50cl bottles made, availability December 2007. |
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FREQUENTLY
ASKED QUESTIONS (probably) |
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But
how the hell did you manage to create such a stunning
spirit?
Oh
well, it’s been a very long and very complicated
process. First, we gathered mature Single Malt Scotch
Whisky from strictly all Scottish distilleries,
including closed ones. For instance, there was some
genuine Ladyburn, Glenflagler or Kinclaith, albeit
only a few centilitres of each. 139 different malts
have been used (including variants such as peated/non
peated), the oldest ones being 50 years old, the
youngest just 7. Roughly
70 litres of whisky of various strengths have been
vatted. |
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Is
that all? So it's just a 'vatting'...
Hold
on, then we redistilled the whole in a genuine,
state of the art 100-litre copper pot still, a
true example of modern engineering, which means
that we came up with a true triple-distilled Single
Malt Spirit, even if the first two distillations
too place at various Scottish locations.
Err,
but that’s plain crazy!
Yes.
And very costly, as we lost a lot of alcohol in
the process. Please note that due duties and taxes
have been paid on the 'raw material', so it's
not only alcohol that vanished in the air but
also taxes, although some may consider that that's
always what happens with taxes.
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How
did distilling go?
Well,
perfectly well, thanks to the very skilful crew
that helped us. We did everything in just one run,
and we were stunned by the interstellar quality
of what was running out of the still, actually.
As expected, fruity components ran first and oily,
peaty ones last. It’s also been a good way
of getting rid of all the caramel and wine that
did pollute the whiskies, so to speak. We did discard
the very first litre i.e. ‘the head’
actually (it seems that there were still a few naughty
elements in there) and we did pour the tail into
numbered bottles, which we then carefully tasted
and put back into the ‘middle cut’ but
only the best ones. Some were nicely peaty but also
a bit ‘offbeat’ – we discarded
them. We wanted something peaty but pure and we
think we achieved that way beyond expectations.
At the end of the day, we came up with 25 litres
of spirit at roughly 70% vol. |
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Left
to right: original vatting, remnant, new spirit
->> |
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Cool,
but didn’t you sort of set the ages of all
these wonderful whiskies’ back to zero by
redistilling them?
Good
question. Actually, we weren’t quite sure
about what would happen but I must say the raw spirit
we came up with did not smell and taste like new
make, at all. It was rather matured new make, so
to speak, even if we may well have lost a few years
in the process. We did let some knowledgeable experts,
including Scottish distillers and bottlers, taste
the end result (blind of course) and they all thought
that it was ten years old, more or less. Incredible
but true. |
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Good, but
what did you do next?
Our
friend Olivier made some wine into a brand new
small 30-litre oak cask, so that it took off all
naughty components from the oak. Please note that
he did not let the wine mature in the cask, he
just let fermentation happen, to make sure that
it sort of ‘polished’ the oak but
also that it would not impart undesirable wine
flavours to it. Right after distilling, we filled
this little cask with the 25 litres of new make
at 70% vol we had produced, and let it then mature
for exactly one year in our private cellars, where
temperature is cool and pretty constant. We also
believe that the beautiful river that flows near
our house imparted some rather maritime notes
to the spirit – yes we also need a little
romance.
How
did the maturing process go?
Oh
my God, right after two weeks, the spirit already
displayed a wonderful ‘pale straw’
colour. After three months it was ‘pale
gold’ and after one year it’s ‘full
gold’. |
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Why
did you decide to bottle it after only one year
of cask maturing?
Well,
because remember the ‘raw spirit’
was already mature and because we thought it was
already very influenced by the oak and that any
further ageing would make it probably overly woody.
The alcohol level had dropped from 70% to 65.1%
within one year, which is a good sign we've been
told. We’re very pleased with the end result
but we also noticed that overall complexity further
improved with the addition of a little water,
that's why we further reduced it using high-quality
water from Watviller (totally nitrate-free), down
to 53.9%, which was the point where it was at
its peak we noticed.
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Fabulous,
but will you do it again? Will there be a Big Bastard
#2?
Hmmm,
probably not. Frankly, it’s excessively costly...
We prefer to see all this as a single, one-off private
experiment, especially since all this is maybe not
100% legal, and even if reactions have been overwhelmingly
positive so far. |
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Thank you.
De
nada. Oh, by the way, did you notice The Big Bastard's
beautifully modern, state-of-the-art and McTears-ready
design? |
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THE
BIG BASTARD'S MAKING OF - PICTURE BOOK |
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Distiller
McJeanyves controls the fire
(bain-marie system) |
Distiller
McPhilloo pours water around the neck for better
sealing. |
Distiller
McPhilloo and Master Distiller McJeanmich feed
the beast. |
Master
Distiller McJeanmich completes the level before
puting the hat on. |
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Distiller
McPhilloo keeps an eye on the working still. Well,
that's what he should have done. |
Distiller
McJeanyves checks the strength of the running
spirit using an alcoholmeter. |
This
is what's left from the original whisky after
distilling. Well... |
Distiller
McChrisophe is very happy with the quality of
the output. |
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A
tradition over here: oysters and white wine around
10am. |
Distiller
McSerge and groupie McCatherine check some wine
and whisky. |
Distiller
McThomas says it's time to try the spirit properly. |
Distillers
McSerge and McChristophetwo are adding the 'good'
tails litre by litre. |
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Label
dummy #2 for The Big Bastard. |
Official
plan of the pot still. Is that engineering or
what? |
The
100-litre pot still. A whole distillery on four
wheels. |
Distiller
McOlivier manages to save some whisky from the
original vatting. Too bad. |
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Label
dummy #1 for The Big Bastard. Discarded, there
are too many bulldogs on labels. |
Used
packaging can make for superb outfits (headdress
and earrings) |
Distiller
McOlivier is extremely happy with The Big Bastard. |
Distillers
McThomas and McJeanyves are always happy to do
a bit of quality control. |
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Two
Big Bastards in their full glory |
The
Big Bastard resting in demi-johns prior to bottling |
Extremely
rare: a full case of The Big Bastard |
Two
Big Bastards in fitting company (private cellar) |
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THE
BIG BASTARD TASTING NOTES |
by
Dr. Willibald Schmitzovic MW, probably the most
influential name in whisky today (to ed, why 'probably'?
- W.)
So much has been spoken and
so much written about the best Single Malt Scotch
Whiskies over the centuries that, as their originator
(actually, Friar John Corr was a friend of mine
and I taught him everything) and current leading
light (don’t worry, I also invented sunglasses),
I welcome the opportunity of adding a few words
to the incredible volume that has gone before
about The Big Bastard.
To tell you the truth, I was behind the original
idea, just as God is behind everything. Just ask
my friends Robert The Bruce and Albert Einstein,
who witnessed that glorious moment in 2003 when,
as I was just leaving Princess Grace of Monaco
after a private lunch at the Louis XV (Grace was
stunned to learn that I also invented the potato),
I had this spark of genius. |
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Indeed,
over the years, I had already invented malt whisky,
grain whisky, the blend made thereof, wine finishing,
new oak finishing, blended malt whisky, blended
grain whisky, triple-distilled whisky, quadruple-distilled
whisky, quintuple-distilled whisky and, as everybody
knows, Ardbeg, but I was also perfectly aware of
the fact that something was missing in the landscape.
As my old chap Aeneas Coffey used to say, I was
Leonardo but had yet to paint The Mona Lisa. So,
as I was leaving Grace and was about to call my
chauffeur, my iPhone rang (did I tell you that I
also invented the iPhone?) and it was my good old
friend George Walker. “Willibald, daya
know what? The French, these people who don’t
even have a word for entrepreneur, they won’t
join us in Iraq, those bastards!” Bastards?
Eureka! Yes, the whisky world just needed a true
Bastard. Not just a tiny little bastard, no, a big
one, a big bastard, THE Big Bastard. And believe
me, this was going to scintillate.
But as my friends George Walker, Wladimir and Gengis
know only too well, I’m a very busy man and
so I instantly decided to call some little-known
friends somewhere in Europe, whom, I was sure, would
be mad enough to take up the gauntlet and to make
sure that my overwhelmingly clever idea would come
to light. While I was flying to Jerusalem in a private
jet (I had been asked to solve the Middle-east issues),
I gave them a buzz and planted the seed. ‘Thou
shall redistill all Scotch malt whiskies, thou shall
let the resingled aqua vitae mature for one single
year and thou shall get the best spirit ever made
in this galaxy, since I taught the Egyptians the
art of distilling. Oh, and thou shall name it The
Big Bastard.’
Needless to say that as I’m writing these
lines a few years later, I’m more than happy
to condescend to taste what these humble mortals
have made of one of my usual brainwaves. |
Colour:
gold like the death mask of my good friend Manco
Capac the Sun God. Not caramelised like the putrid
rubbish called Cognac the French tend to make when
I’m not watching.
Nose:
not unlike Grauburgunder Trockenbeerenauslese
but incomparably better than any Grauburgunder Trockenbeerenauslese,
or so it seems as I only tried some once (in the
company of the Bundeskanzler). Hints of Halle Berry’s
bras, the interior of Charlie Chaplin’s Rolls-Royce,
Mouton 1928 (in magnum).
Palate:
royal duck blood, nightingale tongue pâté,
snail penis, imperial spices and Charlize Theron’s
lips.
Finish:
reminding me of my good friend Carl Lewis.
Comments:
no wonder this came from an idea of mine, it’s
totally brilliant. Close to Latour 1945 (which I
also created). Please buy my books. (100 -
both my books an The Big Bastard) |
Notes
from the cover of Dr. Willibald Schmitzovic’s
latest guide book, The Holy Book of Whisky:
“Willibald Schmitzovic is a legend and leading
player on the world’s whisky stage. Where
Willibald leads others tend to follow. Each drinks
sector has its colossus: wine has Robert Parker,
beer Michael Jackson and whisky Willibald Schmitzovic.
To countless thousands Willibald Schmitzovic is
the first and last name in whisky." |
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