Lochside 1979 SS First Bottling
| 카테고리 | SINGLE MALT |
| 증류소 | Lochside |
| 병입자 | Silver Seal (SS) |
| 병입자 시리즈 | First Bottling |
| 빈티지 | 1979 |
| 병입 연도 | 2001 |
| 숙성 | 21년 |
| 캐스크 타입 | - |
| 캐스크 넘버 | - |
| 발매 수량 | - |
| 도수 | 50.0% |
| 용량 | 700 ml |
| 레이블 | - |
| 국가 | Scotland |
| 지역 | Highlands |
향미 프로필
테이스팅 노트
이제는 문을 닫은 하이랜드 로크사이드의 1979년 빈티지가 21년을 보낸 시간이 잔 안의 깊은 황금빛으로 비친다. 향에서는 트로피컬 망고와 잘 익은 패션프루트, 옅은 바닐라의 결이 코끝을 채운다. 입에서는 잘 익은 파인애플과 꿀에 절인 배, 미세한 백후추가 미끄러지듯 흐른다. 50도의 도수는 부드럽게 다듬어져 있다. 여운에는 옅은 시트러스 껍질과 한 점의 마른 풀, 트로피컬 단맛이 길게 이어진다.
AI테이스팅 노트
색상
white wine
air 아로마 (코)
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 맛 (팔레트)
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