Speyburn, one of those distilleries that does things more or less the same as they did it when the distillery opened. At least, that’s the way their official bottlings taste.

Made more or less infamous by the insessant unwanted marketing of certain individuals in Scotland regarding a ‘fan day’ called Speyburn Transcontinental Day, or STD for short, they got some attention, but never a lot.

A few years ago there was some rather kick-ass marketing from the distillery in the form of randomly sent out Christmas sweaters and heavy prints of a painting of the distillery. Pretty cool, and not just because I got those.

Now this here bottling also came from the Advent Calendar I’ve been going through with my good friend JPH. We tried it a little while ago and below are our notes.

Sniff:
Dry barley and some white oak. Some dirt and straw, a bit farmy. Wool, hay, grass. Granny smith or maracuja, so a slightly acidic fruity note.

Sip:
Dry, white pepper and white oak. Pretty hot, actually. Straw and dirt, wool, grass. Corky apple and dried passion fruit. It has quite some acidity, with bite.

Swallow:
The finish adds a bit of barley sweetness, pound cake. It’s much softer than the palate. It loses the acidity, mostly.

What a weird whisky. It has something that makes me dislike it. I think it’s the inconsistency, with that weird, slighty caustic note.

83/100