Bowmore 1969 Fecchio & Frassa 6638 58%

This noses like the slam of a very precise hammer on a very special nail at a very exact spot. In that precious regard I say cut from the same cloth as the Bouquet. Now I haven’t yet heard how many angels do dance on the head of a pin, but I can hazard the angels dancing on the rim of my glass. They are Fruit, in tender tones of watercolour orange and blush; Salt, seaborne, sharp eyed and lanced; Smoke, ghostly but enveloping, I feel her acrid breath; Peat, shy but grounded and dark rooted; And above all, the blazing form of Mineral, sheer, mentholated-hot and radiant. Beware her iron grip. My favourite sort of Bowmore. Stunning, just stunning. 94 pts