There has been much attention over the discovery of a mummified monk inside a Buddha statue in a Dutch museum. But is that any more wondrous than what happens when you “mummify” a peat-infused distillate in a “shroud” of oak staves before placing it inside a glass “statue” with a cork topper? I think not. And in this case, the transformation is so magnificent it’s alchemical. How else to explain what has happened to the peat here? It’s as improbable as trying to domesticate fire-breathing dragons. Or badgers.
Oh, wait, there it is: delicious peat on the mouth. Not like the 12 year old Caol Ila’s Band-Aids®. Clearly, the 30 year old is far less likely to skin its knee and has no need for the stinging orange blotches of iodine. I take its hand as it leads me deep in the bogs on a moonless night. When next I can see, I’m standing before the seat of the Lord of the Isles. A lean man is brushing denatured tar to coat balloons for a Goth birthday party. Look at them dancing under the bridge in preparation! It’s got the complexity of a fudge so dense it could elbow its way onto Moh’s hardness scale. It is time to rock.
–Our thanks to Diageo for the sample!