Nose: Raspberries, clover, sugar wafer, white chocolate, honeycomb
Palette: perfect delivery, holds off and then gently swells to a crescendo: clover honey, pistachio ice cream, cashews, halvah, moonbeams, faerie's treacle, the stuff dreams are made of.
Finish: long but delicate and it goes on and on, decrescendo: peanut butter wafer, honey, sea salted caramel
NOW THIS is a desert whisky and so much more. It's not a powerhouse by any stretch of the imagination, but it's a delicate beauty with a decidedly feminine persona. Chicks would dig this whisky, but so would burly hairy chested men who are willing to admit what tastes delicious without whacking their tastebuds with a salty plank. In my prime, I regularly bench pressed 350 lbs and squatted much more when I played American football and rugby in college, and Iove a good strong Islay single malt, hell, I even have a dog that I named "Islay," but sometimes a nice delicate and floral whisky is just what the witch doctor ordered. When my girlfriend tasted this whisky tonight, she instantly loved it. This and Peat Monster are her two favorites in our cupboard at the present time. Go figure. I was shocked when she took to Peat Monster last week, but she did, even though she waters it down quite a bit. . . .
At any rate, GG17 is indeed an underrated treasure from the "line" between the highlands and lowlands. How could I have not known about this distiller? What a much needed pleasant surprise after two recent failures over the past month buying a bottle of Highland Park 18 and a bottle of Dalmore 15 that turned out to be overwrought garbage.
My cap's raised high in the direction of Glengoyne! Tapadh leat!