“Because it’s there.” Mallory’s famous reply to being asked why he wanted to climb Everest. I can’t help but think that it was something not too far removed from that simple logic that led to the ‘Laddie folk creating the world’s most heavily peated dram. More of a ‘why not?’ than a ‘why?’, if you get my drift. It seems to be just in keeping with that free and easy fun spirit that has defined Bruichladdich from day one.
Now…just as it is debatable whether or not Mallory and Irvine ever reached the summit of Everest, it is also debatable whether or not McEwan and Reynier managed to ‘top out’ on this peat expedition. There are of course, various camps on this one. One says that this is a novelty and was a shameless grab for headlines. The other, and correct ( 😉 ), opinion says ‘Hell no! This really is a well-made dram!’
Obviously you know where I stand on this one.
This first edition was peated to 131 ppm. Subsequent releases have continued to up the ante to the point where Octomore 5_169 boasts a whopping 169 ppm phenol payload. The debates rage on regarding whether or not there ceases to be a noticeable difference after a certain level of nose/tongue peat-blasting. Not really certain myself, but I can confidently assert that these Octomore releases are a true revelation in terms of peat and smoke adoration.
Nose: Farmy and oily as f*ck. Lemon and salt. Licorice. Butter. Hot roads and sour kiwi. Anchovy. A very typical Bruichladdich butterscotch. Sort of one-dimensional without being simple or boring. Like many shades of the same color.
Palate: Fire-roasted fish. Licorice and lemon. Cola bibs. Salty. Very sharp. Very tight. Like scouring your tongue with hot coals and dousing the burns in seawater. Really. Invincible tastebuds and an iron throat mandatory.
– Reviewed by: Curt
– Photo: Curt