…and on the heels of that spectacular ’76 Jura we looked at a few days back, here’s the follow-up release: a very different and singular ’77.
Juar: Gaelic for “the yew tree” this time ’round (recall the ’76 referenced the Rowan tree). This one is nowhere near as spectacularly nuanced as its older sibling, but is perhaps a little more bombastic for all that. Again, some linguistic pagan origins here to tie this back to a land rich in lore, this time possibly hinting at regeneration, immortality and portals to the “otherword”, if you buy into the marketing fun, that is. Not to mention that Yggdrasil itself has occasionally been rumoured to possibly have been a yew, and not an ash as most would believe. Meandering fun, and provides some interesting conversation fodder for the timeless moments spent sipping this wizened old malt.
While quite lovely in its own right, I only wish I could say it lives up to its predecessor. It’s certainly lively and a deft exercise for the tastebuds though. And doubtless one of the best Jura I’ve yet tried.
34 years old, but noses younger.
*Took blind tasting notes and subsequently discovered this was port-finished. Explains the winey-ness about it, doesn’t it?
Nose: Fruity. Rich in berries. Scone dough. Old books. Some orange. And then more orange. Very slight winey-ness to it. Rich spicyness. Warm hot cross buns. A slight nuttiness (as we find in most Jura). Salt water taffy. Hint of smoke. Old cask. Great harmony.
Palate: Those are some tangy fruits. Black current cough sweets. Damp woods and grape juice. Yeah…seems some wine influence. Or just very tannic wood. Ginger. A very pleasant earthy, mineralness about it. Leaves flavours
reminiscent of unlit cigar tobacco.
Thoughts: Smells like a mid-aged Speysider.
– Images & Words: Curt