Springbank 12-year-old DL Premier Barrel
| 카테고리 | SINGLE MALT |
| 증류소 | Springbank |
| 병입자 | Douglas Laing (DL) |
| 병입자 시리즈 | Premier Barrel |
| 빈티지 | - |
| 병입 연도 | - |
| 숙성 | 12년 |
| 캐스크 타입 | - |
| 캐스크 넘버 | - |
| 발매 수량 | 361 |
| 도수 | 46.0% |
| 용량 | 750 ml |
| 레이블 | - |
| 국가 | Scotland |
| 지역 | Campbeltown |
향미 프로필
테이스팅 노트
청동빛이 감도는 호박색이 잔 안에서 묵직하게 돈다. 말린 배와 살구, 파인애플의 향이 먼저 오르고 이어 고기 육수 같은 진한 결과 히스, 가죽, 담뱃잎이 층을 이룬다. 46도의 입은 생각보다 힘차서 마른 과일 케이크와 사탕 단맛으로 열린 뒤 피트와 농가의 흙 냄새, 절인 오렌지로 옮겨 간다. 더글라스 랭이 담은 이 12년 스프링뱅크는 나이에 비해 결이 복잡하다. 여운은 코코넛과 마른 나무의 쌉쌀함으로 길게 남는다.
AI테이스팅 노트
색상
bronze amber
air 아로마 (코)
lots of dried fruits (pear, apricot, pineapple). It then gets curiously meaty like a Mortlach or a Glenlossie. Some heather, tea, leather, tobacco… Rather complex! A great old one that doesn’t smell old at all
restaurant 맛 (팔레트)
punchy attack, on dried cake and candy sugar. Develops on some peaty and farmy notes, crystallised oranges, hot chocolate… Some notes of coconut. Very long finish, perhaps a bit drying and getting austere but very good. 89 points . And also: Springbank 12 yo (46%, OB, tall bottle, black label, very light vatting, 70's) Different from the some slightly darker 'light vattings' we had before. Good but a bit burning and austere. 81 points . Springbank 15 yo (46%, OB, 2004 bottling) Lots of caramel, fudge and vanilla crème but not much else, I’m afraid. Slightly perfumy. 82 points . August 17, 2005 CONCERT REVIEW - Festival Special: FAIRPORT'S CROPREDY CONVENTION Cropredy, Oxfordshire, 11th-13th August, 2005 by Nick Morgan PART ONE - THE BEGINNING … For those of you who don’t know, the ‘first’ Cropredy Festival was held in 1979, marking the farewell gig of pioneer British folk-rock band Fairport Convention , who had for some years made this little bit of North Oxfordshire (and its many pubs) their operating base. Twenty-six years later and the Festival, despite some recent ups and downs (largely the work of Fairport bassist Dave Pegg) seems to be still going strong. As are the Fairporters. In that time the Festival has taken on a unique character all of its own. Loved by generations of fans, many of whom have attended for decades, it’s a sort of sacred safe haven for unreconstructed grumpy old folk rock fans and their children (and I suspect in some cases, their children’s children too). It’s a place where 55 year old men can wear their psychedelic spandex trousers without fear of rebuke, and where all Englishmen born and true (and their ladies fair) can spend three days quaffing the best of handmade warm beer (Wadsworth’s XXXXXX – the event’s main sponsor) from their cherished tankards ‘till they reach the edge of oblivion (or in some cases beyond). The Festival has also become a sort of perverse celebration of the Midlands, England’s forgotten heart of oak – overshadow