One of those mad little bottles. Were they simply not reducing new make or what diabolical machinations of the microclimate gods led to these monsters. Even slightly reduced this one screams hellish power. A brutish and carefree power summoned from a botched convergence of salt, lemons oil, acrid smoke, petrol fumes and testosterone. Voodoo that routinely works but well… something came out mismatched here, and it isn’t going anywhere. Looking for more? Look elsewhere. 88 pts My gut tells me that the 74-78s were the prime examples of this sort of Caol Ila.

So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes
So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes
So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes
So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes
So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes
So much whisky, so little time | Singapore | Tasting Notes