Bowmore 1966 Sa Bouquet
| Category | SINGLE MALT |
| Distillery | Bowmore |
| Bottler | Samaroli (Sa) |
| Bottling Series | Bouquet |
| Vintage | 1966 |
| Bottled Year | 1984 |
| Age | 18년 |
| Cask Type | - |
| Cask Number | - |
| Bottles Released | 720 |
| ABV | 53.0% |
| Volume | 750 ml |
| Label | - |
| Country | Scotland |
| Region | Islay |
Flavor Profile
Tasting Notes
연한 황금빛에 옅은 장밋빛이 어우러진 색조가 잔 안에 자리한다. 1966년 보모어가 증류한 원액을 18년 숙성한 후 1984년 사마롤리가 부케라는 이름으로 풀어낸 이 전설적 보틀링은 옛 보모어 특유의 향수 같은 꽃향과 잘 익은 망고, 부드러운 토탄 연기와 짭짤한 미네랄의 향이 우아하게 어우러진다. 한 모금 머금으면 53도의 카스크 스트렝스가 트로피컬 과실의 단맛과 옅은 페놀, 그리고 사마롤리의 손길이 빚어낸 균형감을 차례로 풀어낸다. 보모어 황금기의 잔향이 길게 머문다.
AITasting Notes
Colour
light gold
air Nose
there is fruit and there is fruit. This is the every inch the latter, and precisely why this whisky sits apart from almost all others. I will try not to go on, but there is a level of specificity, intensity and clarity about the tropical fruit notes here that is hard to articulate. It truly is a whisky which stops you dead and seizes total control; which you cede happily. Exotic, flawless, sublime, chiseled, fathoms deep and, at the end of the day, just utterly sublime giving you the impression that the whole thing is effortless. There are other tertiary characters that you could go into - farmyard, earthy, umami note - but I’ll write a novel if I don’t resist. With water: euphoric. Better than being on drugs
restaurant Palate
This is where I start to run out of words. I will simply say that it is a mix of exotic fruit freshness and power wrapped around a kind of trembling mineral structure which is just otherworldly. This is definition of real perfection in whisky - where you are just stopped dead and cannot really find the words to describe your way out of it. With water: It is still broadly about fruit, but there is just so much else. This is a whisky that takes the definitions of ‘tertiary’ and ‘complex’ to their absolute extremes. Fuck it, call the anti-maltoporn brigade!
timer Finish
as long and deep as you might imagine. But what is so striking is that it does not wander or meander randomly. You still feel so utterly controlled and in the grip of a whisky that is just irrefutably in control and moving and developing with purpose and genius precision