Littlemill always sounds like ‘yes, please’, so when my best friend in Holland was able to secure a sample of an official release from two decades ago, I jumped at the chance, tried to keep my saliva glands in check and got to work. Distilled at the end of the 1980s and bottle in the year that yours truly became a Dad for the first time. By now, my eldest daughter has finished university and has a job. Just to give you some context. In my case, this was bottled literally half a lifetime ago.
On the nose it is a textbook example of young Littlemill on white fruit, lemongrass, pineapple skins and mint. While it has a malty heart, it already flirts with some exotic fruit, but we are not on a tropical island yet.
The arrival is soft and just not oily enough to speak of a good body. The palate is a perfect continuation of the nose – almost tropical – with a pinch of white pepper.
The finish, however, lingers nicely, making it its trump card.
Good, classic representative of this lost Lowlander. Thx, Manny!