The Glenrothes Select Reserve
100ml baby grenade
A blend of malts with no age statement, like a meeting of randomly selected customers of Chuck E. Cheese and the Rainforest Café but without the aggression and runny noses. The first impression is of the wonderful scotchy offness, by that I mean something more like Eugenol than the expected Guaiacol, or perhaps something embodied by the likes of Deacon William Brodie, William McGonagall, or Groundskeeper Willie. Balanced but not deep, it is pleasant in the mouth like a well-turned insult. Hard candy stuck in a cloisonné dish, habanero-infused honey, chlorinated feet walking on motel shag carpet.
–On the scale of songs about Tuesdays and loss–
ahead of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Tuesday’s Gone” but just behind the Rolling Stones’ “Ruby Tuesday. Glenrothes Select Reserve, who can hang an age on you?
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