High Parkland? Hahahaha, that is probably the silliest reference I have ever seen to Highland Park. Dramfool – what’s in the name? – leaves nothing to the imagination on the label by depicting a Viking helmet and an axe, even though they label it an Island malt. This is a lot less subtle than simply ‘secret Orkney malt’, but of course the contents of the bottle is what counts. This is bottled at a devilishly high ABV, so I will keep water handy.
On the nose this is a veritable candy from Orkney. A truckload of caramel - make that a bag full of Werther’s Original - with a herbal, mineral green side, as if I have dropped my candy on a rock overgrown with moss. Up ahead a herder has just released his sheep from the stable and the sun is shining! A lovely image and I am glad that this nose conjured it up into my mind's eye. Delicious.
On the palate, all the sweet notes must make place immediately for maritime notes. It’s as if a drop of brackish water has been dropped into my glass and was then sprinkled with some white pepper. Liquorice appears as well. Despite the high ABV I do not feel the need to add any water. The alcohol is perfectly integrated. This is a sturdy, sweet, salty, green Highland Park and I find it excellent. Honest and pure, if you know what I mean.
The finish is long, peppery, salty and mildly drying and puts his smile of satisfaction on my face.
You have to be a damn fool (see why they did there?) not to get this one into your cabinet. It is going to be your winter dram, trust me. Put it under your Christmas tree. Thank you, Dominic, for the sample.