This Whisky Wednesday I just feel like sitting in my chair, and thinking about nothing but what is in my glass. the only drink for that kind of mood is Scotch, in this case Lagavulin 8YO Single Malt. An Islay Malt bottled at 48% that requires one's attention to fully enjoy what is on offer. The tears are thin and streaky in my glencairn, and the spirit is the colour of dried hay.
The nose brings expected peat smoke, even before the glass reaches your lips. Briny notes, too, like smoked bacon. A touch of seaweed/iodine, as well as leather tannins are to be found around the edges of the glass. Don't be too eager to start drinking though . . . your patience is rewarded with scents of fruit and milk chocolate, like the filled chocolates one gets from places like Laura Secord.
So, here I sit, almost 15 minutes into this review, and I still have to take a sip. Campfire smoke is the first thing you will taste, but not so dominant as to overshadow the dark chocolate and fruits noted above. Vanilla becomes evident, with candy apple and ginger flavours comingling to prevent any bitterness from offending. The smoothness with which all these flavours mingle, even at the elevated proof, is really quite wonderful. It is all laid out like a textbook lesson, allowing you to follow along at your leisure. The finish is long lasting, and redolent of the ash and smoke that started the lesson. There is also a warmth that lasts long after the spirit has disappeared. Learning has rarely been this enjoyable.
A few drops of water now, and the smoke clears. Apple peel comes to the fore, hidden until now. Briny notes remain, but now make you think about caramel apples, instead of ocean spray. The effects on taste are similarly altered. Buttery smooth mouthfeel with honey up front, and a spicier tingle on the edges of the tongue. Vanillin is a little stronger now, but the chocolate feel tempers it well. The fruits are muddled somewhat. The finish still has reasonable length, with leather stepping up as the smoke drifts off.
This points out many of the things I am coming to enjoy about Whisky, and Scotch in particular. There are a multitude of sensory experiences to be had in a single glass. Much like a piece of music, many different players come together to create an harmonious whole. One is invited to explore, or simply enjoy, as one chooses. And, in this case, both provide equal measure. I can see this becoming a staple in my bar.