Another one of those funky names from the SMWS, but this one is less ridiculous than some, and actually makes some sense.
It’s the other whisky we tried while we were at The Vaults in Leith. It was recommended that we only try a few and take the rest home. Whether that was because they didn’t want five drunk Dutch guys, or because we would otherwise spend more money remains unclear.

Obviously we could have handled five cask strength whiskies. It’s not like we were not training for it the entire week. But anyway, we tried two from the five we got with our Society’s Share stuff. We had some others before and after dinner but I didn’t take notes. After all, I was out with mates and not being overly geeky.
We picked this young and hopefully fiery Ardbeg because we had been reminiscing about the Ardbegs we had when we all just started drinking whisky. Mostly the Still Young and Almost There releases in the run up to the Renaissance bottling.
Sniff:
It’s very light, but very fierce. Lots of dry straw and quite floral. Wildflowers. Quite some vanilla and lots of salty smoke. Slightly fishy and coastal, which is exactly what we hoped for. Not much oak (it’s 7 years old…) but there some sweetness of the spirit.
Sip:
The palate is very dry and very sharp. Sweet, but light vanilla, Crema Catalana (I somehow have the idea that is lighter than creme brulee). Straw and wildflowers again. It does mellow out, but that means some serious sloshing.
Swallow:
The finish is really nice and full. Slightly salty with vanilla and straw, lots of smoke. Long.
While this might not be the most complex young Ardbeg I’ve ever had, it sure is tasty. And it does exactly what I hoped it would do. It gives you a punch in the face with the forward flavors of smoke and salt, and a lot of alcohol.
In rating this one I have to try and do it without too many memories of yonder year influencing the results. But, in the end it’s a very solid young Ardbeg. They are nice, but not that interesting. Although these single casks beat most official releases, I think.
85/100
Ardbeg 2003-2011, 7yo, 59.6%, 1st Fill Bourbon Barrel, SMWS (33.101 – Fabulous, thigh slapping smoke).

On the last day of our Scotland trip in November, we decided to visit The Vaults in Leith. This is the quintessential SMWS venue, and I have been wanting to visit this ever since my first trip to Edinburgh in 2011 or 2012. For various reasons it didn’t work out then, but having an awesome dinner at the venue in Queen Street more than made up for that.
There were five of us, so five whiskies were chosen. The Rosebank fanatic went for a Rosebank. The guy who still goes dreamy eyed by mentioning the Ardbeg Almost There went for a young Ardbeg. Two others went for a virgin oak Glen Moray and a fresh bourbon matured Highland Park. I found a 1984 Clynelish available. I love Clynelish.
When this Yamazaki was released in 2009 I already found it too expensive for my budget. It was released for 100,000 Yen, which translates to about € 765 at the moment. About three times as much as I’m willing to shell out if something truly epic comes along. I prefer to spend less than that.



Sniff:
This is a brand that apparently does a lot of interesting stuff with single agave mezcal. The shop has four different kinds available, and an extra special thing called Pechuga. Pechuga is a kind of mezcal distilled with chicken or turkey breast in the still, as well as some other aromatics.
The second set from the same company is called Nuestre Soledad. As you might guess from the name (if you have some feeling for language) is that these focus more on provenance than ingredients.
The newest NAS release from the Skye based distillery. The official marketing blurb contains info about wide ranges of ages and casks. But let’s be honest. It’s a Talisker, which means there is a chance this is fairly awesome. The reviews have so far been mixed but with a tendency to be positive.
A blend of whiskies varying from 40 to 44 years old. It consists of:
An indie Inchmurrin with a bit of age to it. Not much to say about it except that it’s from a Hogshead.
Saint Christeau 1950-2008, 40%