Lochside 1979 DL The Old Malt Cask
| Category | SINGLE MALT |
| Distillery | Lochside |
| Bottler | Douglas Laing (DL) |
| Bottling Series | The Old Malt Cask |
| Vintage | 1979 |
| Bottled Year | 2001 |
| Age | 21년 |
| Cask Type | Bourbon Cask |
| Cask Number | - |
| Bottles Released | - |
| ABV | 50.0% |
| Volume | 700 ml |
| Label | - |
| Country | Scotland |
| Region | Highlands |
Flavor Profile
Tasting Notes
Colour
white wine
air Nose
just as spirity as the SMWS but also much more closed. Lemon juice, ashes… Cologne? That’s almost all, but water should help: well, not really, it stays quite closed even after fifteen minutes, maybe just a little more citrusy…
restaurant Palate
much rougher and younger than the SMWS, with again lots of lemon but also pear juice like in many young malts, tutti fruti eau-de-vie. Way too raw like that, so let’s add water again: not much development I’m afraid. Always this pear spirit, with quite some tannins in the background (grape seeds, over-infused tea). The finish is long but simple and slightly acrid. It isn’t too bad in fact, just quite uninteresting. 77 points . PETE McPEAT AND JACK WASHBACK on vacation in Saint-Tropez MUSIC – Recommended listening - Today we have some good, easy American music by Cindy Bullens . It's called Neverland.mp3 . Please buy her music! August 13, 2006 CONCERT REVIEW by Nick Morgan LENE LOVICH The Underworld, Camden Town, London August 5th 2006 I always thought that Lene Lovich was the bee’s knees, as nice as ninepence, the cat’s whiskers, A1 at Lloyd’s, the real McCoy, and the mutt’s nuts. Know what I mean? Jozzer called her “a load of old codswallop. Ear candy, that’s all. A nine-day wonder”. Maybe he was right, because she seemed to exit my musical life almost as quickly as she entered, leaving me with nothing but a copy of her first album Stateless, which must be lying ‘round here somewhere. In fact apart from those of her tunes that seem to be on the permanent mega-gigabytes of randomly shuffled music that plays round my head day and night I’d sort of forgotten all about her, until I recently saw a much younger singer on TV somewhere who was clearly trying to ape her inimitable style. So when I saw the advert for this gig the die was, as they say, cast in stone. So that’s why we’re in this dive of a place in Camden Town, the Underworld (actually it’s under a pub), a sleazy Punk and Metal venue, although tonight it’s devoid of the sleazy rent-a-punks who normally hang out at Camden Tube station, charging tourists a fiver to have their picture taken. Indeed apart from a few clearly disorientated student-visitors, the fat balding bloke with glasses (the Fan), and the friend
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