If you remember, a couple of years ago independently bottled Longmorns were pretty easy to find: brokers were plenty of them, and bottlers just bought them. In recent times, this tendence suffered a stop, and now
there are on the market many more ‘hidden gems’, less known distilleries – that manage in this way to become more familiar to the whisky lovers, and the story goes on, like this, forever and ever in a perennial circle. After this amazing metaphore of the circle of life (wtf?), we’re pulling out of the hat a 1989 Longmorn selected and bottled by the mighty Valinch & Mallet in the now prehistorical 2017.
N: it has two sides, that alternate in equal and shizophrenical ways. One is more austere and mannered, on milk bread and candied lemons; the other has an exhuberance of dehidrated tropical fruit, with a high sugar content (papaya and pineapple). A buttery and ice creamy note make us think of Malaga – it evolves with time, getting bigger and bigger.
P: very well mannered here too, divided between vanilla, milk bread and a yellow fruit that winks at tropicality (coconut here). Surely none of these souls prevails, and the overall profile is quite shy, and it kind of pays the fact it doesn’t show a creamy side. Very sharp and thin: it gets herbal with time, with mint towards the end.
F: coconut and dried fruit, medium length and intensity.
Let’s say it shows the signs of a good age, with tropical, evolved notes – so typical of aged Longmorns, in our experience. It stays in the middle of the road though, a bit too thin for our expectations and a bit too herbal to be a full fruit bomb, even if it had a very promising nose. We’re insatiable arseholes, we would have preferred it a bit more pandering, on the palate mostly – and yet we would have litres of this stuff. 85/100.
Recommended soundtrack: The Prodigy – Serial thrilla.