Green Spot - Pot Still Irish Whiskey
Can We Pretend That Airplanes...
15th Apr 2011
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Tasting Notes by OJK
Nose: Well, at first not much at all, so much so that one has check that the glass isn't on mute. However after some persistence and a bit of patience, finally some aubergine and cooked courgette come to the fore to put the green into the Green Spot. After the greens we move onto the fruits, principally in the shape of cherries and bananas. The persistence now seems really to be paying off, as the nose slowly evolves and grows into something quite interesting. Ginger and vanilla blend gently into honeycomb and milk chocolate, while a somewhat bitter note of Pritt-Stick glue eases out into a more affable strawberry mousse.
Taste: Once again, quite thin and watery upon entry, however after the experience on the nose one is tempted to be patient and await similar reward. Sadly however the reward never seems to come. Only a few fading silhouettes of honey, and a flickering shortbread hologram can be noted. The soft wind seems to carry a faint and distant cry of toffee and cherry, however one can't tell if it's just the mind playing tricks or not.
Finish: Finally a gust of flavour comes back in to break this sense of desolation. This refreshing eucalyptus breeze carries with it some fine black pepper corns coated in honey, however as the brief wind passes one is left with just a faint trace of burnt oak and tired charcoal on the palate, causing a mild tingling sensation that at least assures us it wasn't just a trick of the mind.
Balance: Well, blink and you'll miss it as the expression goes. Patience certainly pays off on the nose, however no such joy is to be found on the palate. It's a little as if staring expectantly up at the night sky, waiting for a shooting star, only to lie there in vain, slowly falling asleep. Not that the nose is a supernova or anything, however there were at least one or two shooting stars to make a wish from. And on the finish although I wouldn't go so far as to say there were any shooting stars, there were at least the blinking lights of an airplane passing overhead. That all said there are no off-notes, and perhaps with a bit of development there could be a fine whiskey in there somewhere. For the moment though it feels a little like a faint pencil sketch of something that might one day be a painting of note.