Wow. What a nifty little Bowmore. No distillery on Islay can boast even close to as many faces as Bowmore. A true shapeshifter if ever there was. Nailing down the profile of this distillery is an exercise in understanding the history of its development through time. The ‘fruit age’…the ‘floral age’…the more contemporary ‘smoky caramel bacon age’. But every now and again we find a little anomaly like this. A malt that defies its lineage.
Herein lies the beautiful dilemma of buying single cask independent bottlings. Much like any game of chance, the purchase of these releases is a surprise each go-round. But…with great risk comes great reward. Here is a bottle where any outlay of cash is more than rewarded in sheer shimmering quality.
This 15 year old Bowmore is a sensory delight. Not perfect, but absolutely surprising and beguiling. It hits high note after high note and when the glass is dry…I can’t help but reach for another.
Sadly…this is a malt from days past. If you happen to chance upon it in your travels…do scoop one.
Nose: Smoke. Iodine. Farmyard. Burnt tires. Cola and toffee. Raspberry puree. Fruity fudge. Lovely really. The sort of whisky nose I crave. Seems a little more mature than 15 years.
Palate: Green apple. Ash. Touch of creamy chocolate. Asphalt. Cinnamon. Apple Pie. Smoke. Cola. Rather lush jammy notes. Big juicy sherry.
– Reviewed by: Curt
– Photo: Curt