This strong, handsome and well-endowed warrior jumps out of the glass and burns with the passion and fire that reflects Islay’s characteristics. The warm, smoky sweetness, the power of the swelling Atlantic Ocean, the passion of the Celts and the future pride of the Scots are all in your hand. How lucky are you?
The burning peat fires send sparks of joy to the unsuspected olfactory organ that captivates and delights the senses, which have never had such natural pleasure. Now they are excited, stimulated and in awe of the power and youthfulness of the spirit. The barley sparkles, the oak softens, the fruits burst, the Atlantic gusts explode. Peat broods, sea mist churns, hedonistic heather; welcome to the aromatic world of artisanal single malt, heavily roasted, slowly distilled and matured at sea.
The texture of the mind is infinite, super smooth. At the entrance, it’s absolutely sensational, it’s like “Wow”! Don’t worry, everything will be fine, I promise you – the first taste is that of juniper oil, peat, smoked barley, salty cookies, light iodine, crushed cinnamon, then in a second step, the citrus flavors of grapefruit, mandarin, honey and lemon, as well as the sweetness of pear and pineapple, add a whole new dimension to the complexity of the spirit. The fruits balance the tones of the sea, the taste of oak ginger fights the peat and the citrus fruits help cool the heat of the fire. A perfect balance.
The warmth of the peat forests will warm the soul until the wee hours of the morning and when you wake up the next morning, your senses will ask, “Did it really happen?” hoping with all your heart that it will happen again.
Close your eyes as you breathe and you will be spiritually transported to the island of the great distillers, with a unique and natural terroir, where the incessant call of the sea is the hymn of Ileach.