I have to admit that I love a whisk(e)y with a good story.
I’d even go so far as to say that I’m a sucker for one with a great story. However,
I do have a fairly sensitive BS detector, and if the marketing wizards put out
something that smells fishy or comes across as being disingenuous, I’ll be
turned off pretty quickly.
But what I have before me is a bottle with a wonderful
story, one that harkens back to what many would consider the golden age of Scottish
malt whisky distilleries, at least from the workers’ perspective. The Glengoyne
Teapot Dram brings us back to a period of time in distilling history that is
rapidly fading from memory, and carries with it an endearing sense of
nostalgia.
You may recall that this is a distillery-only bottling that
I regrettably passed up only hours after arriving in Scotland. Over nearly two weeks,
that regret turned into determination as I convinced myself that I had time for
a 30 minute detour on the long drive from Campbeltown to the airport in Glasgow. With a
successful mission, I had redeemed myself, and I was still on time for my
flight home.
The Teapot Dram is a limited release of just 3105 bottles,
at cask strength, comprised of a vatting of 5 first-fill sherry butts (three at
9 years in American oak, one at 13 years in American oak, and one at 14 years
in European oak). This bottling was created to pay tribute to a lost tradition,
I’ll defer to the official distillery account:
Up until the early
1980s Glengoyne’s men were given three large drams of cask strength Glengoyne a
day - breakfast, lunch and afternoon break.
Once a week the Brewer, Ron Low, and the excise men would select the best first
fill sherry cask they could find to become that week’s dram. However, if the
younger men didn’t want one of their drams they would pour it into the old copper
teapot that sat in the break room.
The more “seasoned” drinkers would then help themselves to additional drams from the teapot throughout the day – everyone was happy.
The more “seasoned” drinkers would then help themselves to additional drams from the teapot throughout the day – everyone was happy.
These days everyone concerns themselves with health
insurance, paid vacation days and retirement plans. Three generous drinks a
day, drawn straight from the cask – now that’s my idea of a solid benefits
package.
In the bottle it appears quite dark, in the glass, more golden
brown.
The nose is full, but not hot or over the top, with malt,
dried fruit, and sugary baked goods coming through.
It is medium to full bodied, and actually seems restrained
at first on the palate, with just a few pin pricks to the tongue foreshadowing
what is about to come. Then, upon swallowing, it just explodes. Big and intense,
it’s definitely fiery but with plenty of flavor (actually, just enough to keep
the heat from pulling it out of balance). Molasses, apples baked in cinnamon
and brown sugar, candied figs, and subtle oaky/nutty flavors all come together
with amazing density.
These flavors continue to play tug-of-war with the almost
numbing heat through the lengthy finish, as they meld into warming spice notes.
It comes across as being youthful and exuberant, but with
depth and character.
This whisky gives a sense of time and place; I can imagine
that a dram like this is just what would have been needed to satisfy the palate
and warm the soul before heading off to shovel a few tons of barley.
I held back a bit of the miniature of 21 yr Glengoyne that I
had, to use for the sake of comparison (at 43% and also matured exclusively in
sherry casks). The flavor profile is similar, but with a much more delicate and
refined manner; perhaps it would be a better choice for the more genteel
drinker.