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Being too old is the risk you should take if you don’t want to die young. Sipped twice – before and after a funeral. No water added.
Color – Gold. honey. Earth.
Nose – Fruits cake, still hot from the oven. Dried fruits – raisins, figs, apricots. Toffee. A piece of wet cloth that’s been left for too long. Rotten fruits. Vinous is the exact word for that, I guess.
Taste – Heavily sweet, yet a very soft palate. Dates and sour apricots. The raisins are still there but the is something fresh; fresh and juicy grapes. Yet again, the vinous cloud shadows the flowery and colorful nectar. I cannot say it isn’t pleasant, for there is always something appealing, and stimulating, in the dark essence of death– taking the shape of decomposition. This cloud, I now see it clearly, is what makes this nectar so irritating.
End – Soft and long. Muscat odors accompany this sweet farewell.
Older whiskeys might taste too ‘mature’, or ‘over the top’, and I am afraid this one has taken this path. Like some people do, some whiskies are just like that. I guess it is a function of storage conditions, or life style, or all other things that can happen from the second it is bottled and until it’s spilled on the ground. Bottom line - a fine nectar, preferably tasted before and not after funerals.