I must confess, I’m cheating on my brethren Malt Impostors. I’m having a bromance with the Caol Ila 27: everything about it, even the name, which I delight in mispronouncing as “Cool Island” is giving me the chills. Uncorking the bottle is like letting out a GGG-genie sporting a sherry-soaked violet velvet vest liberally doused with a briny, iodine “briodine” cologne. It’s a platter of vegetables grilled over cedar coals, from bro-ccoli to dude-cchini. It’s the (clean honest) sweaty bandanna of a lumberjack who’s been swinging an axe in the Great North Woods, and over smouldering cedar bark he’s smoking salmon that he caught by grizzly-like swatting them out of a stream.
Redwood cinders containing
the seeds of life, and szechuan peppercorns (thanks, Dr. Whisky!) on the fraternal kiss, with afterglow of burnt lambchop fat. (Even a vegetarian bro would love this lambchop.) In the substrate of fossilized cherry blossoms, there are flecks of shimmering sparkling sparrow liver pâté flavored shrapnel commingled with flint shards. This is a dram that drinks like a Roman banquet.
Finishing with pine needles left over after a forest fire; out of many smoking bro-chettes, one new mushrooming cloud of bro-ken hearts: a bro-haha over who gets the last drop. Who knew a one dimensional race to the tape could be so rich in experiences? Well, bro me down, as Popeye might expostulate.
The Caol Ila 27 Year Old 1984 TheWhiskyBarrel.com Exclusive is the 1883 Krakatoa eruption–Shockwaves traveled around the earth seven times, registering for five days afterwards. Clouds of smoke and particles wreaked havoc on the weather for five years afterwards. It was world-changing, and so is the Caol Ila 27. My, my, my Caol Ila!
Our thanks to Alastair and the good people at The Whisky Barrel for the samples!
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