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- Brand: Lost Spirits
- ABV: 53%
Artisan, hand-made, single cask, uncolored, unfiltered, heavily peated, unique flavors—the Leviathan III has everything right. And yet, it's so, so, wrong.
The first pour destroyed me. I could only handle a couple sips before I had to cut the rest of my glass with some other stuff, all of which failed to counteract the Leviathan. My mouth was just simply exploded with grossness.
The next day, I had the worst taste ever in my mouth. No amount of tooth-brushing, water-drinking, gum-chewing, or garlic-eating could overcome it. Yuck.
I put it in an open decanter with just a towel over the top to keep out my wife's cats. For days and days. The nastiness would not blow off. I had another glass, and I had another indefatigable dead fish mouth.
My whisky club came over and took a taste. One part of the conversation went along these lines: "They smoke it with Canadian peat—It tastes like they smoke it with moose crap—Maybe it's a moose named Pete."
So what exactly is this flavor that it destroys you with? As a father of two young'uns, I can confidently say that it's the smell of wet diapers. Wet disposable diapers. Pee not poo. The kind that have been sitting a bit too long, like after a nap.
Wet diapers on fire.
The worst whisky in the world. I give it a 7, one point for each good thing it could claim in the opening line of this review. And even that's generous because "artisan" and "hand-made" are (a) synonymous and (b) meaningless.
A little perspective: This is my first review on Connosr, despite yakking on here for quite a while. Anyway, know that this bad review isn't the result of an aversion to peat and strong flavors. My favorite whisky is probably Laphroaig 10 Cask Strength and my most common complaint about whisky that doesn't turn me on is "boring." Rather, the Leviathan III is just vile.