Whiskyspace Notes 2018
Jun 25, 2026, 12:06:53
Oh, this one’s proper interesting—like a proper autumn morning in the Cotswolds, but with a twist. First sip’s got that ueber-porridgeness of chestnut purée, all creamy and mashy, like you’ve just dug up a spud from the garden and it’s still warm. Then—whoa—this sourdough crust thing hits, like the crust of a fresh loaf you’ve just pulled from the oven, but with a bit of a bite to it.
The honey’s there, but it’s not sweet—it’s light, like the first drizzle of summer on a honeycomb, not overpowering. Melissa creeps in next, that lemony, herbal thing, like you’ve just crushed a leaf between your fingers. Then—bam—the chalky bit, like a flinty hillside after rain, grounding it all down.
But then it opens up—properly, like a flower in the morning, all slow and proper. The grapefruit’s there, but it’s not sharp, it’s more like the zest of a grapefruit you’ve just squeezed, just a hint of that bitter-sweetness. The flour? Yeah, it’s like you’ve got a bit of dust from the mill in your mouth, but not in a bad way—it’s just there, adding texture.
And the long finish? Proper satisfying. Not too tough, not too short—just lingers like a good chat with an old mate over a pint. The leafiness is utter, like you’re standing in a wood at dusk, all green and quiet. Feels like it’s not trying to be pure—it’s just proper, unpretentious, like a good cuppa on a cold day.
