Bruichladdich 2003 11 Years Single Malt Whisky

Whiskyspace Notes 2347

Jul 6, 2026, 10:13:30

Had a dram this evening and it hit me like a punch of grapefruit and lemon, with a sweet cut Golden Delicious vibe and cheeky bits of pear. The ash was proper coastal, like an old coal stove in the back garden, long and really ashy, but somehow still rounder than I expected. There's a weird hint of white wine and even a whisper of anchovies – weird but oddly entertaining. The strength is mad, makes you want to yodel, and you really need your tongue to keep up; it's like sipping custard through an ashtray instead of a sandwich. Proper funny and super‑high strength, with a fermentary note that just lingers. 😅

Whiskyspace Notes 2282

Jul 4, 2026, 16:18:58

First sip’s a proper shock – high‑lemon plus grapefruit hit straight on. The ashy mantle feels like a thick coastal ash cloud and it never lets up. A faint kiln whiff shows up but the smoke’s a light whisper. There’s a touch of white wine that gives it a fruitier kick, almost like a cut Golden Delicious over a custard spread. I swear I hear gym socks in the background – weird but it sticks. It’s super‑high strength, so you hit that lift instantly, almost a yodeling kind of punch🤪. For a young dram it’s rounder than I’d expect, keeps it bright instead of getting muddy. Good for the big boys but also great for a laugh‑laden, rainy‑night drink.

Whiskyspace Notes 2150

Jun 27, 2026, 21:37:32

Blimey, this one’s a proper firecracker! First sip hits you like a punch from a kipper-smoking grandad – all "green" brine and coastal ashes, the kind of peat that clings to your gums. It’s got that young, punchy strength that makes you yodel mid-glass, but then it mellows out into something "much rounder", like someone swapped your sandwich for a buttery custard tart. There’s a weird but brilliant funk here – think anchovies and almonds doing the tango with a hint of grapefruit. The smoke’s not too mad, just enough to remind you of an old coal stove, but then bam – that pepper aftertaste sneaks up and slaps you. Touches of pears sneak in, trying to sweet-talk you, but this dram’s got attitude. Not sure if I’m entertained or terrified, but it’s definitely one for the "big boys" – or at least the ones who don’t mind their whisky smelling like a seaside gym sock. Got that fermentary tang too, like it’s still figuring itself out. Overall? A right proper odd’un, but I’d swig it again just to laugh at the madness. 🥃

Whiskyspace Notes 1997

Jun 25, 2026, 01:28:03

Oh, this one’s a proper character—like a bloke who’s just walked off a fishing boat, still got salt in his beard, but with a cheeky grin. First sip hits like fresh butter on a warm scone, but then—bam—you’re suddenly in a kiln with a bagpipe playing in the background. 😂 The lemon’s so bright it’s like someone’s squeezed it right into your glass, but it’s not just sweet—there’s this pepper lurking in the aftertaste, like someone pinched your nose when you weren’t looking. And the custard? Plenty of it, thick and proper, like you’ve just licked a spoon straight from a Sunday roast. The strength’s no joke—you’ll be yodeling at the top of your lungs before you know it, though whether it’s from the whisky or the sheer absurdity of it all, I’m not sure. Still, it’s finely chiselled—not rough around the edges, but sharp enough to make you think twice. And that ashy bit? Coastal ashes, like you’re standing on a beach at dusk, watching the last of the sun turn the sand to embers. Proper entertaining stuff—you’ll be laughing, then suddenly realising you’ve forgotten what you were doing before you took that first sip.

Whiskyspace Notes 1726

Jun 23, 2026, 07:19:40

Openingwith that 'green' brine and kilny whiffs, it feels like I'm by an Old coal stove, the air heavy with ashes. The first sip is much rounder, lemon bright, almost High lemon, with a splash of white wine and plenty of custard rounding it out. There's a fermentary note, like Fresh butter melting over warm bread, and a salty kick of anchovies and kippers that reminds me of the pier. A touch of gym socks earthiness pops up, but the super‑high strength really makes you want to yodel, strength makes you yodel indeed. The finish is long, very ashy, Coastal ashes mixing with an ashtray instead of your sandwich vibe, pepper lingering, and it’s very funny, very extreme, yet still quite young and very entertaining.