Ardbeg 1965
| 카테고리 | SINGLE MALT |
| 증류소 | Ardbeg |
| 병입자 | Distillery Bottling |
| 병입자 시리즈 | - |
| 빈티지 | 1965 |
| 병입 연도 | 2005 |
| 숙성 | 39년 |
| 캐스크 타입 | - |
| 캐스크 넘버 | - |
| 발매 수량 | - |
| 도수 | 42.1% |
| 용량 | 50 ml 700 ml |
| 레이블 | - |
| 국가 | Scotland |
| 지역 | Islay |
향미 프로필
테이스팅 노트
색상
pale gold
air 아로마 (코)
bigger of course than the new ones, as well as more complex, but there’s the same distillery character (nuttiness and maltiness plus whiffs of smoke). Develops on hints of olive oil, linseed oil and smoked ham as well as a little nougat, getting more honeyed after that (acacia). And is this lipstick? Much less ‘mundane’ than other Cardhus. With water: and unusual farminess, notes of patchouli, wet newspaper, wet hay... Very good surprise
restaurant 맛 (팔레트)
powerful, very fruity (reminding me of the ‘SCR’ 07.04 we just had), with this enjoyable oiliness. Also notes of flower cordial (mullein), apple jelly... With water: it got maltier and, to tell you the truth, bigger than when neat. More grassy notes, a little wax, cider apples, ginger, white peaches... Good!
timer 피니시
long, balanced but assertive even if slightly middle-of-the-roadish now. Very good whisky anyway, even if I think the more recent 22yo 1982 was more interesting (90). 86 points for this one. MUSIC – Recommended listening: we're in 1969 and Ruth White says Charles Baudelaire's The Cat.mp3 (form Les Fleurs du Mal - or Flowers of Evil - it's strange for me to listen to it in English). She composed the background 'music' herself and it's quite good I think. Please buy Ruth White's pioneering works. October 20, 2007 TASTING - TWO YEARS LATE, THE THING Ardbeg 1965/2005 (42.1%, OB, Casks #3678-3679, 261 bottles) This is the bottling that made many Ardbeg fans frown for the first time (but probably less than the new ‘gun case’ that really made us cringe) and I’m not particularly proud of myself today. Indeed, after having claimed to the Maniacs that I won’t bother to try any whisky that obviously can’t offer a decent Quality/Price Ratio anymore, here I am in Paris’ legendary Harry’s Bar , sitting (standing, actually) in front of that Ardbeg 1965 that maybe made people talk more about the white gloves that were delivered with it than about the whisky itself. Well, at least I’ve got an excuse, they were selling generous drams of it and at cost price, which, I must say, is quite unusual in days where (almost) everybody in the whisky business seems to be trying to make quick money as if there was no tomorrow