Our eye or rather our nose has stopped on a little boy who allows us to bottle another edition of our philosophy of Islay, the Queen of Scots. We are faced with a Caol Ila : young, arrogant and swaggering. Despite the young age, the mastery of the woods delivers it with a gently peaty tone. Notes of yeast, butter and smoked meat come to the nose in a shy way, like the scents of spent fireplace in the night. Toasted tones of almond, hazelnut and candied fruit. The saline dimension surprises for balance and harmony. Hints of anchovy, scent of "Marina" with mineral tips. The panorama of the fields of capers that descend towards the Sea of Sicily comes to mind... on the right the columns of Hercules on the le the mysterious and intriguing East. 560 bottles produced.
Alice: How long is forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second. (Lewis Carroll – Alice in Wonderland)