This is a continuation of my ongoing series that I’m calling “Scotch Malts, Wife’s Selection”, in which my wife goes through my backlog of SMWS (Scotch Malt Whisky Society) samples that I haven’t reviewed yet, pours them blind, and then I review it blind.
There was a time when Campbeltown was filled to the brim with distilleries. If you were an extremely wealthy person who liked whisky prior to the 1920s when the US made the mistake of thinking prohibition was a good idea, you could visit one town and go to 30 distilleries.
I’m assuming you were really rich though, because planes were still pretty new, you flew or boated to Scotland, and then had a way to get to Campbeltown. But enough about your richie rich times back in the days when racism was worse, people thought smoking helped cure cancer, and most people didn’t have rights.
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