Tales Of The Gurrier

Behold,  The Octomore. Made by Bruichladdich and laying claim to the title of’  ‘peatiest whiskey’ in the world, with a tongue numbing phenol count of 131ppm. From the tasting notes on whiskyfun.com:

Mouth (neat): very, very unusual! The peat is extremely big, even at full strength, and you get almost the same flavours as when you chew raw peated malt. Other than that there’s some other ‘stuff’ (fruits and such) but I feel it’s too dangerous to go any further without bringing this baby down to roughly 45%

Imagine it, they fear this monster. A limited edition, one bottle per customer run. This is the kind of whiskey a James Bond villain would have in his collection. The kind of whiskey that must only be spoken of in hushed italics.

‘Ah, of coursh The Octomore, fashinating.’

‘Yes Mr. Bond, I had mad Jacque, my blind sommelier, fetch the bottle from the vault, especially for you.’

‘Do you exshpect me to drink?’

‘No, Mr. Bond, don’t be so foolish. The Octomore strips the mind of all defenses and leaves it a raw mass of nerves and fear. I expect you to scream.‘

My favourite bit is this description of the nose.

..a maelstrom of kerosene, diesel oil, tar, fermenting grass, canned sardines and even anchovies.

‘A maelstrom of kerosene,’ it sounds magnificent and insane. The kind of drink only a fool or a madman would have. I must have it.

A tip o’ the hat to twhisky for the link.

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