Tis the season of giving, and since a mate gifted me his unwanted and unopened bottle of Snow Phoenix, I thought I’d share it with you as part of my Advent Calendar here too. Since I’ve shared the story of the Snow Phoenix a few times, I’ll keep this brief
Born from a disastrous snow fall which caved in some Glenfiddich warehouse roofs back in 2010, and not knowing what such cold exposure to the elements might do to the casks, Brian Kinsman made a decision to lift the whisky from its fall and crafted the Snow Phoenix. As this was a one off, it’s sadly no more, unless you have mates that collect but don’t drink.
Cheers to great friends!
Tomatin Cù Bocan 1988 - peppery, spicy... OK-ness :/ .
Nose: Pepper, fennel, brine, lime.
Palate: Watery mouthfeel. Very light. Floral, with the pepperiness coming through at the end.
Finish: Spicy, peppery finish. That may sound like a harsh finish, but it’s actually quite a soft finish. All in all an interesting dram, although it starts of strong and goes downhill after the nose. Slainte!
McClelland's Islay Single Malt
McClelland’s Islay Single Malt is a “mystery malt” (or bastard malt) that is put out by the Morrison Bowmore company who, as the name suggests, owns Bowmore which is an Islay Single Malt brand.
An ambiguous sweetness comes up first followed by some smoked meat, peat and lots of vanilla. A light tropical fruit (banana heavy), a bit of melon, smoked fish and brine. Little hints of iodine, dried fruit, turmeric, char and a fairly strong alcohol burn give this an aroma that has promise, but gets beat down by the stronger funky notes.
All malt and no bite. Some light notes of vanilla, banana heavy tropical fruit, coconut, a little char, a little peat, a little smoke and a weird funk. The nose is vastly more complex than the palate with this whisky and that absence makes it feel like something is missing.
A light nutty character with some malt, banana, Nilla Wafers and weird funk. It’s mercifully short.
BALANCE, BODY & FEEL
Everything feels off; like the whole thing is working against itself. The light and watery body makes it feel lifeless and simplistic giving it the texture of a ball bearing rolling around a track.