The nose on this dram is green tapioca coursing through a glowing caterpillar of happiness that is inching along a wooden handled leather whip–and not feeling the least bit threatened. The mouth is hot, briny, and tannic–so tannic, it’s almost completely drying on the mouth. Once could use this to brine a fluke–you know, for flukeviche (it pairs nicely with whisky, but then again, what doesn’t?). The finish is surprisingly light and nearly watery, creating quite the contrast with the mouth–a bit like Mike Tyson’s voice. The finish finishes with notes of ficus and lentil stew served in botanical gardens.
Where’s the peat, you say? It’s integrated beautifully into the nose, intermingling with other notes so that the distinctness of the peat is subsumed in the glowing tapioca (moving across wood and leather, undaunted). It’s equally well integrated–if not integreated–into the mouth, but in a very different way. The fluke lived in Campbeltown Loch at Kildalloig Bay and dined daily on peated distillery runoff–and had an uncommon affinity for it. In other words, the peat is as well integrated into the mouth as peated runoff would be integrated into a fluke’s flesh after a lifetime of felicific feeding on it.
The Longrow is “Longrow”–I just got in from Reykjavik, and boy are my arms tired!
–Our thanks to Steve Fox, Pacific Edge Wine & Spirits, and Springbank for the sample!