Another bottle of single malt scotch I’ve had opened in my cupboard for about a year is the Canadian Edition of Glenfiddich’s “Cask of Dreams” from 2012. $100 in Canada for the proper 750ml bottle, 48.8% alcohol, no age statement but supposedly no less than 14 years old. Limited to 20 casks, I bought a second bottle as an investment. So in ten years it’ll be worth $150 instead $100.
I recently bought some Lagavulin 16 which has always been the king of kings and the holiest of holies for me, the earthiest, peatiest, smokiest of scotches, smooth and warm — but I was underwhelmed. The big blast of smoke and peat I’ve come to expect from Lagavulin was gone. It was as if the bottle had been left open for a month and diluted. Is it possible I got
I was never a fan of Glenfiddich 12. It seemed like a go-to cheap end single malt for drinkers more keen on getting drunk than savouring the flavour and sensations of the scotch. But having sampled some from a 50ml bottle recently, I’m beginning to sing a different tune. This stuff may be underrated. My immediate tasting notes, if you want to call them that: “Deep vanilla nose and flavour