I'm fighting a sore throat, and decided it was time to take extreme measures. So I have opened up my bottle of cask strength Talisker, purchased at the distillery a couple years ago....
Ya ha! Dat dere's good whisky, b'y! And it's bloody well Talisker, all right! The nose burnt off my nose hairs...and my ear hairs, too, I think. The palate has that amazing pepper we all so fondly remember, in spades. And the finish swells monstrously all over the mouth, like the proverbial lava of the Cuillins. Don't know if it will cure my throat, but who gives a $#!%!!! It's got a good beat and you can dance to it and I give it a 95!
My inventory shows this as a 10yo, but there's no age statement on the bottle. I'm not sure why I thought that. Astonishingly, Jackson gives this a 77--is he mad? Murray says that on the day he tasted this, he nearly died and missed nine months of work. Might be worth it. I'm already feeling sad that, in opening this bottle, I have doomed it....best thing I've had in ages. I'm sweating!
