Laphroaig 1998 15 Years Single Malt Whisky

Whiskyspace Notes 2339

Jul 6, 2026, 04:02:36

Just another great one – nose hits me with seaweed, kippers and a whiff of Vicks, then the palate brings salty seashells, raw wool and a touch of marzipan. There's a lingering menthol freshness, like rainwater on lemon zest, with a hint of cider apples and sourish fruitiness. The finish is long, earthy and hugely smoky, a bit antiseptic but somehow fab. 🥃🌊🍋

Whiskyspace Notes 2229

Jul 3, 2026, 03:25:54

Right, so I had a dram of this the other day and bloody hell, it’s got a lot going on. Starts off all fresh and clean like rainwater, then you get this whiff of seaweed and seashells – proper seasidey. There's a hint of smoked salmon too, which sounds odd but works brilliantly. The smoke’s pretty huge actually, but not in yer face - more like sitting by a bonfire near the coast. Bit of menthol and that antiseptic note, like Vicks or something, but subtle. Weirdly enough, it made me think of old kippers and lemon zests at the same time. Go figure. Palate's quite salty, yeasty even, with some dried herbs and a touch of dill. Almost like eating crusty bread with a bit of camphor butter? Strange, but nice. The finish goes on forever and brings out these crystallised lemon and cider apple notes, plus something a bit tropical if you wait long enough. It’s fab, really – complex but not trying too hard. Quality's high again, I’d say. Just another great one 🥃

Whiskyspace Notes 2143

Jun 27, 2026, 19:07:26

Bloody hell, this one’s a proper belter. First sip hits you with this huge smoke and seaweed right up front, like standing on a windswept pier. Then it’s all things from the sea—smoked salmon, Very salty, even a hint of seashells. But wait, there’s more sourish fruitiness dancing in there, tropical fruits maybe, and a yeasty bread roll thing going on. The middle’s got this weird herbal kick—dill and lemon zests making me think of a seaside salad. Then the menthol and camphor kick in, sharp and clean, like Vicks' vapour rub but in a good way? Long finish, too, with crystallised lemon and almond oil lingering. Quality's high again, innit? Just another great one, but less straight and 'evident' sharpness. Properly fab.

Whiskyspace Notes 1842

Jun 23, 2026, 18:58:29

Oh, this one’s proper good—like, the quality’s just sitting there, all refined and not trying too hard. First sip’s got that fresh, clean edge, like rainwater after a storm, but then it’s all about the sea. Proper salty, like you’re standing on a pebble beach at low tide, with those seashells crunching underfoot. There’s this huge smoke rolling through, like a peat fire in the distance, but it’s not overpowering—just there, adding depth. Then you get these tropical fruits popping up, almost like a bit of marzipan and lemon zest, but not sweet—more like the sharp tang of a cider apple you’ve left too long in the sun. And this antiseptic kick, like rubbing alcohol on a cut, but it’s not harsh—just there, reminding you it’s a proper whisky. The smoke’s got this Vicks vibe to it, like a cold night in a cosy room, but then it fades into this dill and raw wool texture, like a well-worn tweed jacket. The finish’s long—proper satisfying. You can taste the seaweed, the fish, even a bit of smoked salmon, all mingling together like a proper coastal stew. And this camphor note at the end, like a bit of old medicine, but in a good way. It’s all just fab—not too sharp, not too sweet, just marvellous distillate doing its thing.

Whiskyspace Notes 1763

Jun 23, 2026, 10:31:08

Oh, this one’s a proper stunner—like someone’s fiddled with a whole forest of unlikely wood just to make it sing. First sip’s got that Vicks’ menthol kick, sharp as a fish’s scales but not in your face—just there, like the sea air after a storm. Then the salt hits, proper Very salty, like you’ve just licked a smoked salmon straight from the pack, but softer, more all things from the sea than just the obvious. Rainwater drips in, clean but not sterile, and suddenly you’re standing on a beach at dawn, the air thick with seaweed and that crystallised lemon zing that makes you think of a proper British summer. The marzipan side’s sneaky—like someone’s left a sweetie in the pocket of your jacket, warm and nutty, but then it’s gone, replaced by this huge smoke that wraps around you like a woolly coat. The spicy herbs pop up next, sharp and unexpected, like you’ve just bitten into a kipper with a bit of chilli in it. And the antiseptic edge? Just a whisper, like a doctor’s bottle left open in the kitchen—familiar, but not overpowering. It’s better chiselled than most, every note sitting just right. The white wine touch is subtle, like a hint of bubbles in a proper old-fashioned, but it’s the tropical fruits that really make you pause—sourish, like a mango left too long in the sun, but balanced by that camphor bite that’s oddly comforting. Quality’s high again, proper just another great one—the kind you’d drink straight, no ice, just to let it all unfold. Fab.