1895 saw the dawning of two new forms of art: Cinema and Comics, the Seventh and Ninth arts, respectevely. It also so the birth of the eponymous distillery in the little burgh of Dufftown, burgh aptly nicknamed "Whisky Capital of the World". Interesting year.
Today we face the entry level scotch of the house, a 12-year-old single malt that has been aged in sherry and bourbon casks. I reviewed it back in June 2015 in an old theater turned cocktail-bar and restaurant named Platea, where they served it on an iceball that might have somewhat altered my tasting abilities (that was a terrible fad five years ago that has all but disappeared, hasn't it? I believe it was Macallan who started it, but then again, not sure.)
Review time: a glossy amber pour with those oily streaks some whiskies have that make things appear has though you were on a very hot summer day when you look through your dram, you know what I mean? Like blurry and wavy. It usually means velvety textures, so I like it.
Aroma was malty and sweet, pretty evident despite the humongous iceball always on the verge of freezing the tip of your nose: porridge, Special K breakfast cereal, caramel, ripe banana... I tad too sweet, if you ask me.
Mouthfeel was silky, easy-going and light-weight, leading to an unaggressive, long-lasting, sweet finish with surprising (but clear) peaty reminiscences. I'd say it's a good scotch for non-connoisseurs, for it's easy to drink and simple to understand.