Thanks to /u/devoz for this sample.
This is yet another 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.
Anytime you go to a place that is by an Ocean or Sea, there’s something in the air that immediately tells you it’s different there. And that thing is salt.
Salt ends up being everywhere. Much like a poet once wrote about sand, salt is “coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere”. However that constant smell, that light addition to everything you do, all adds flavour to life.
Today I’m reviewing Highland Park SMWS 4.227 “Dreaming to the sounds of the sea”, a young Highland Park that has been aged in ex-bourbon casks. Much like walking around a fishing village, you can get tripped up in the name. In the case of the village, that’s usually someone’s net and they have a few choice four letter words for you.
Here it’s whisky. So I think we’re safe. Maybe. Whatever, let’s get to the whisky, shall we?