Mitch McConnell, Tomas de Torquemada, and Zac Ephron walk into a bar… This expression from the venerable distiller allows us to imagine the conversation of malts aged in three casks finished in a Solera vat. The nose and inviting color give little indication of what is to follow. It’s bracing heat! It’s a blow to the face that tears the eyes and bloodies the mouth! In my puzzlement, I, I–have I somehow given offense? Then the voices begin. Lychee tea stirred by a sandalwood spoon. Punctured inner tube dipped in a weak soapy solution. Blade meat crumbles dried on a Boos butcher block. Marzipan rabbits on polystyrene trays. There are too many voices! Make it stop!
The Glenfiddich 15 is “The Second Coming” by W. B. Yeats–for “things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.”