Only bottle in the bag with a label, and somehow I managed to forget which vintage (I blame it on the Ginuwine blasting from tiny speakers or on using my entire brain to talk to a thick-accented Scotsman about beer cost numbers later). Never had or seen this malt in NC, thanks, government!
Generous baggie-wielding whisky genius said that he thought his nose wasn't working because this one smelled kind of crap. I nosed and nosed, mind blown that I had a glencairn glass in my hand and we were really doing this, despite the furor spilling beer on the floor and "dancing" all around us.
Gorgeous, big entry, balance, really pleasing sweetness. Highland as it is meant to be, not bland and middling, but elegant and understated.
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