Yep. Three and a half decades of sleep. Gives my wife a run for her money in terms of affinity for dozing. This one was tasted as part of an utterly mindboggling range of independent Caol Ila this past weekend. Not only was it the oldest of the run, it’s actually the oldest of the 46 Caol Ila I’ve tasted to date. Just shy of half of those have been older than 20, to be fair, so I do have some idea as to what we’d be looking for in older expressions of Caol Ila. We certainly found it here. And then some.
This is fantastic stuff. Peat that is so far off in the distance it has faded into a seamless sfumato-esque haze that seems like nothing more than a suggestion. Soft fruit notes and essence of mature old malt. Hard to dissect, really. the integration is that complete. And 60.1% at 34 years? Wow. Spectacular strength and delivery of flavour.
Sometimes you don’t need a lot of words to get the point across. I think we’ll leave it at that.
Nose: Spectacular nose. Maybe the best Caol Ila I’ve ever nosed. Old whisky to be sure. Latex and soft, soft oak notes. Melon. Bordering on tropical. Just hints of lemon pie. Some orange. Gorgeous tartness. Vague industrial oiliness. Slightly fishy. Just the barest whisper of smoke.
Palate: Awesome. Maybe the oak is a little too strong, but otherwise everything is in check and firing on all cylinders. Wow. Great fruit tart enormity. Thick and oily. Grapefruit (flesh, pith and zest). Licorice. Hint of eucalyptus. Gorgeous all the way through. Nice finish on orange fruits and citrus.
Thoughts: Great integration, great complexity. This makes me think of old Samaroli casks. Well done, Cadenhead.
– Images & Words: Curt