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Hi, this is one of our (almost) daily tastings. Santé!

November 17, 2015


Glenlochy and friend

This is going to be terrible and horrible. We always try to taste whisky alongside siblings or remote partners, but never alone. It’s like tango, you just cannot tango alone! And yet, there is this old Glenlochy just in, while I haven’t got any other Glenlochy in my miserable sample library. Shall we try it ‘in solo’, with shame and anger? Or shall we find a partner? We’ll see…

Glenlochy 39 yo 1965/2004 (46.3%, Jack Wiebers, Old Train Line, cask #706, 194 bottles)

Glenlochy 39 yo 1965/2004 (46.3%, Jack Wiebers, Old Train Line, cask #706, 194 bottles) Four stars and a half Colour: gold. Nose: reeks of olden times, when whisky was made by man and not machines, and when computers were only used for true science or by governments. Wonderful notes of butter cream and citron liqueur, cantaloupe melons, rosehip tea, lilies (have you noticed that modern whiskies have lost their floral scents?), and ripe apricots. Reminds me of a rare spirit the Swiss make – that would be forbidden in France because of prussic acid – called apricotine. Not that our dear Swiss friends seem to be in badder shape than us! Same with the Swiss franc, by the way, ha-ha. Mouth: the oak’s a little loud, sure, but other than that, we’re witnessing the most wonderful invasion ever. Quinces, plums, obscure citrus, unknown stone fruits, long forgotten small berries… The complexity is unheard of – again, despite a rather invasive oak – and this is like listening to an original recording of Charlie Parker. Sure the sound isn’t the best ever, but the player was. Are you following me? Finish: the oak is taking over, and that was to be expected after 39 years in wood. But this is like a painting by an old master, it might get a little bituminous, but the style remains eternal. Comments: I’m sad I had decided, a long time ago, that any whisky that would carry only minor flaws couldn’t fetch 90 points. SGP:551 - 89 points.

Good, do we need a sparring partner? Or perhaps we could check Johannes’s great map of all distilleries and find a neighbour? Hey, why not Ben Nevis? Let’s try to find an old one.. rummage rummage… No, wait, rather another closed distillery, same vintage, same year of closing… (how do you like this ‘live’ feeling?)… OK, let’s rather select this:

Glen Mohr 26 yo 1965 (56%, The Prestonfield, cask #202, 1200 bottles, +/-1991)

Glen Mhor 26 yo 1965 (56%, The Prestonfield, cask #202, 1200 bottles, +/-1991) Four stars How they managed to get 1,200 bottles from one single cask, I don’t know. But it’s Glen Mhor, dear Valentino Zagatti’s favourite distillery! Get ready for some wackiness… Colour: amber. Nose: strange, very strange. Rum and Cointreau, coffee liqueur, pastis – yup, tequila - yep, old cognac - oui, chocolate liqueur… What is this? The jury’s still out. With water: some kind of old herbal liqueur made by old monks in an old monastery where they don’t even know that Cameron’s the PM. Not that that would change anything. Mouth (neat): chartreuse and chocolate liqueur, 50/50. Or, now that I know Unicum, well, Unicum. As Scottish as a Senegalese fish dish, I’d say. Sour raisin liqueurs, raki, arak… Where are we? Certainly not in Inverness, if I may… With water: I’m lost. Bénédictine? Finish: quite long, with more raisins and, luckily, rather less herbs. Old sweet wine, cranberry sauce with game. Comments: this is Glen Mohr, so some reverence is due. Having said that, not everything from the past is great. Think the Rubettes, think the Osmonds. But let’s not be too harsh, some sides were very great. SGP:562 - 86 points (for History).
Pete McPeat and Jack Washback








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