NO,NO,NO Johnno———you cannot say it’s a dark scotch as opposed to alight like “Ballantine” which is a cooking whusky.
Its like comparing a brass farthing to a Roman Eagle or a Spanish Dabloon or a Victorian Sovereign.
You caress the bottle —— which in itself is the work of a Scottish “Artiste”——— gaze in wonderment at the magnificent head of silver horns adorning the beast known as the monarch of the glen.
Gently remove the lead seal and discard, before softly turning the cork stopper, allowing the gentle taste bud teasing aromas to infuse the senses with the ancient craft of one of the finest distillers ever known on earth.
Savour the tantalising mystical scents that invade the mind and body——— herbs, spices, fruit and long forgotten flavours blend perfectly with the smoke, peat and oak, a hint of orange and maybe mint or rosemary, is that cocoa or chocolate that’s drifting about in there ——-
Then there’s the colour, where did that come from, was it the casks from Portugal that held port for twenty years? Or the French oak Brandy barrels ? Imagine the deepest golden brown of a 500 year old piece of furniture that was polished every day until you can see through the patina and you’re beginning to understand what you are holding?
Many years ago my friend Runo Cronström (an Admiral in the Swedish Navy), presented me with a pair of the most wonderful Swedish crystal whiskey glasses I have ever seen———— perfect companion for a perfect appellation.
No, tonight I did not allow myself to indulge in this most treasured brew.
Tomorrow maybe a different story——- one things for sure, It’s just for me !

