Just sampled Croftengea (the highly peated Loch Lomond variant) for the first time at SMWS, London. It was a cask strength 11 year old.
When it was first poured, the pungent nose hit you like a sledgehammer even from several feet away.
Both neat and with water, I found the taste utterly disgusting. Can't really find the words to describe it adequately.
However, several hours later, I'm left with a strangely hypnotic and moreish afterstate of peat. Can I be hankering after another dram. No, too ghastly.


