Let’s not delve into the comparison conversations that always crop up regarding the young cask strength sherry bombs. They’ve been tackled rather relentlessly to date, and I’m sure that at this point most drinkers and drammers have sworn their allegiance to one or the other. Or the other. Whatever.
There’s simply no two ways about it. This Macallan holds its own and stands on its own two feet, needing no competition as a measuring stick to assert its value. This is a damn good malt. Overpowered and bursting at the seams with flavor, this is a whisky for snowy winter eves and late summer nights. Fortunately…we have stunning examples of both in Western Canada, so there is no shortage of excuses to tip the bottle. Not that I ever need an excuse to justify indulgence in that aural beauty of the pop of a cork from a bottle of single malt.
First things first…extra points for the absolutely sparkling clean Oloroso. Love ’em or hate ’em, you have to concede that Macallan get some truly pristine sherry casks to work with. The inherent perks in having direct linkages to their own bodegas in Spain, I suppose.
Snug in that nest of comforting sherry are deep dark vanilla, toffee and chewy dried fruits. Fresh fruits, by way of black cherry and concorde grapes. The nose alone sets my mouth to watering, with its heavy array of branch-bending juicy tree fruits. Darker nuances like chocolate and shredded tobacco as well.
The palate is chewy and rich in spicy sherry notes of rum-soaked fruit, citrus and vanilla extract. Some sort of caramel/toffee warmth and cocoa meet pleasant oaky charm.
One of my favorite Macallan’s, to be certain, and a good go-to when it is one of those ‘sweet tooth’ evenings. This Macallan, I believe, was bottled for Canada (or maybe North America…can’t remember exactly what I had heard), and sadly is to become obsolete if rumours are to be believed. Snatch up a bottle or three while you can.
– Reviewed by: Curt
– Photo: Curt