[Here is another in a long line of current offerings from the Scotch Malt Whisky Society. (with Lo-Mob effects on the pics!) Check out this other post for more on these reviews. If you want to find out more about the SMWS or their bottlings, visit www.smwsa.com]
Nosing the SMWS G9.1 at the outset presents like a necklace of perfumed earth-flecked potatoes worn by Rosie O’Donnell while hula-dancing an imitation of a firefly’s flitterings. That is to say, odd…but oddly captivating. Walrus musk—the walrus was Paul, sage-buttered omelet, and Lego™ sets in child’s solarium. On the mouth, a crazy and disturbing intensification of everything on the nose: they exist as one on taste/odor continuum undiscovered by Einstein. Salisbury steak (with mushrooms, natch), unobtanium, and raw silk scarves, lightly perfumed by rainforest mists and the kisses of butterflies. The finish is the infra-red of the spectrum: deep, rich, a devolution back to primordial cytoplasm.
Adding water undermines the floral structure, leaving homefries and baked green peppers. The mouth acquires a tang, a new sensation separating itself from the nose. Chicken apple sausage? Infield dirt from a little league baseball game? The angry glare of a nose tackle? Mitt Romney’s chagrin? All this: and more. Faint peppermint on the finish, obscured by gleaming iPads. The finish goes on and on, and on and on. I’m starting to feel like I’m trapped in an Edgar Allan Poe tale: will the finish go away or will it always be with me? I don’t really care; unlike The Raven, the G9.1 finish is fun to hang out with and talk about my favorite knock-off Prada purses.
The SMWS G9.1 is the Timex Watch–Unlike the Energizer Bunny™, which grinds to a halt after a day or two, the Timex watch takes a licking and keeps on ticking. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Timex watch? Only Stephen knows for sure.