The Glendronach 18 (50 ml airline bottle)
Tasting notes:
Mmmm…muscular, tawny, yummy. Prunes pierced on switches held over a campfire after running out of marshmallows. Caramels sunk into a mixture of Kentucky bourbon and Spanish sherry, then pulled back out and shaped into nameless superheroes, each with a special power. One of them uses sun-crisped sheets of sandpaper to scrape barnacles off a beached tugboat. Another applies lacquer to mangoes before launching them into an algae pond. A third superhero does something remarkable, but better left unsaid, with Brazil nuts. I smile beatifically at them all, and feel an overwhelming sense of the fundamental goodness in all things. One final sip remains from this truly meditative whisky. I reach across my contented belly to tug the stopper, letting my vanity pour out of my omphalos. Pretension and artifice circles the rusty drain till there is nothing. Nothing.
Rating:
The Glendronach 18 is Cheeses Christ–just above DaVinCheese, but just behind Quesomodo.
–John
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