This whisky was one of fourteen that I sneaked into and out of India in March 2008.
I opened it not much later but never got around to writing about it.
As you know Glenmorangie is one of the widely available and famous brands of single malts around. The wood finishes such as this are regularly available but rarely appreciated.
Okay, now that I have bored you, let’s talk about the whisky.
I had a long day today and was looking forward to getting into bed early tonight after dinner. After eons of futility I don’t know why I don’t give up this dream of sleeping early.
Since sleep wasn’t forthcoming, I decided to read. Easy reading was the agenda and my choice was the labels on my whisky collection.
As I opened my bar and stared in, there was this green tube of Glenmorangie staring at me.
Lottery won. It got picked. Automaticaly. Unanimously.
I open the lid and pull the bottle of Scotland’s most famous malt out. My wife compare’s the way I remove my whisky bottles to the way a curator would remove an aged scroll from its tubular storage space.
Anyway, so this little treasure is in my hand and the colour of the liquid inside is very dark. Dare I say as dark as a slightly watered Coke. It somehow also has some lees at the bottom that I seem to have disturbed.
As I open the cork, the urge is uncontrollable. I’m sorry its my fetish to take that whiff as soon as I uncork a single malt. Its so strong a scent that the sensation is something between a burn and a tickle inside your nose.
I pour the mandatory dram into my favourite glass and watch the lees float around. I add some water and it transforms. It becomes a greeny gold coloured liquid. Gold indeed.
The nose is still strong and a little musty like an old leather suitcase.
The body lacks the promise the brand potrays. It feels, to me, very dry and peppery. Like a cider more than a whisky. Then it gets worse. Grainy. Sandy. Gritty.
The palate is a cross between sunflower seeds and whole nuts. It is sweet but still spicy. The tip of my tongue tingles. The madeira never made it anywhere till the end. You just about get a fleeting hint of it.
The finish is short. Shorter than Danny De Vito. Honest. Its rough, its tough, but it just ain’t got character.
Under different circumstances, I may have enjoyed this whisky, but it’s definitely not nightcap material.
My mouthwash packs more punch than it’s name suggests. I’m going to try some now and try and sleep too. If only I could stop my tongue tingling..
Originally posted by me on facebook, Thursday, 18 December 2008 at 21:34
9 thoughts on “Glenmorangie – Madeira wood finish, 43% vol”
and may hashmis food stop smelling soooooooooooooo good! im fasting here! esih1 hehehe
Thanks Ladies…. I raise my glass to you two…. May the wind stay at your backs…. and the road rise to meet you…..
you need to do it soon. you are good at it.
Thanks Oshin…. I do try… I have a whole stack of tasting notes that I need to post but I am too lazy…. Soon, I hope. Soon…..
you should share these whisky blogs with the “Mousketeers” @bobcollymore @koinangejeff @jhpitteloud & @alykhansatchu and get a discussion going. They too love the single malts. i once said I need some JWB and HE the ambassador called it window cleaner! hahahaha
Heh, I suggested Jeff and Bob to him too, they’re the only ones who I know that passionately love the single malts!
Cheers Monty…. Keep drinking too……………..
oh how i agree with you!
great blog btw..keep working at it.