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Everything is so balanced that it's almost bland; only the ginger provides a slight kick. It's just okay, 5/10
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Between sheets/sails/leaves/blankets...
Top-notch. Strong – around forty, but feels like ten. Freshness, exotic fruits, and a light bitterness in the taste. Somehow reminds me of the south and the sea. Perhaps this would be good for seducing a girl on a summer evening... Although getting drunk alone on the last day before returning to civilian life on a cold autumn evening is also fine. Over time, the alcoholic notes become more pronounced; the brandy makes itself known. 9/10
Added after 4 hours 48 minutes
Ardbeg 10
Appearance: dry hay, cloudy. The body is oily.
Nose: slightly alcoholic. In the distance: sweetness, hay, fallen autumn leaves. As you get closer, it reveals almond, the inevitable peat, and creosote, black plum.
Taste: slightly sweet and harsh, peat, salt, smoke, fish, dark chocolate, cinnamon. Blindly, I thought it was aged in sherry barrels.
Finish: long, slightly burning, peat and pear sweetness.
Rating: 89/100
At first, it's a bit harsh, but after about 30 grams, it goes down like home. Although even that isn't quite right; from the very first sip, the whiskey takes a firm place in your heart.
Ardbeg... lures with its sweetness and fresh summer colors. It greets you with heavy smoke and the peat of autumn bonfires mixed with salt and the fresh wind of cold seas, and leaves you with the burning bitterness of approaching winter in your mouth, but a discerning person will certainly sense the sweet echoes of future spring. Ardbeg is the cycle of your life, and you eagerly repeat it again and again until the vessel is empty to the bottom. In a passionate surge, not wanting to let go of what has passed, you drink the last, most fragrant drop, in which there remains neither bitterness nor cruelty. And then peace comes, albeit tinged with a light longing for lost grace.
Actually, this is my first CB (presumably "Comparative Blind" tasting). Long ago, when I first tried Ardbeg (hmm, was it the 10 or another one? Now it seems so different...), I forever changed my attitude towards whiskey. Skepticism turned into passion. There have been many, many good moments, and much whiskey has been drunk, but Ardbeg... Let it not be perfect. Let it seem too young now. Perhaps it lacks richness and, subjectively, phenols, but this is – first love. Therefore, I will probably end with lines from the great Russian bard, Bulat Okudzhava:
And like first love,
It burns the heart.
And second love,
Clings to the first...
Everything is so balanced that it's almost bland; only the ginger provides a slight kick. It's just okay, 5/10
Added after 28 minutes
Between sheets/sails/leaves/blankets...
Top-notch. Strong – around forty, but feels like ten. Freshness, exotic fruits, and a light bitterness in the taste. Somehow reminds me of the south and the sea. Perhaps this would be good for seducing a girl on a summer evening... Although getting drunk alone on the last day before returning to civilian life on a cold autumn evening is also fine. Over time, the alcoholic notes become more pronounced; the brandy makes itself known. 9/10
Added after 4 hours 48 minutes
Ardbeg 10
Appearance: dry hay, cloudy. The body is oily.
Nose: slightly alcoholic. In the distance: sweetness, hay, fallen autumn leaves. As you get closer, it reveals almond, the inevitable peat, and creosote, black plum.
Taste: slightly sweet and harsh, peat, salt, smoke, fish, dark chocolate, cinnamon. Blindly, I thought it was aged in sherry barrels.
Finish: long, slightly burning, peat and pear sweetness.
Rating: 89/100
At first, it's a bit harsh, but after about 30 grams, it goes down like home. Although even that isn't quite right; from the very first sip, the whiskey takes a firm place in your heart.
Ardbeg... lures with its sweetness and fresh summer colors. It greets you with heavy smoke and the peat of autumn bonfires mixed with salt and the fresh wind of cold seas, and leaves you with the burning bitterness of approaching winter in your mouth, but a discerning person will certainly sense the sweet echoes of future spring. Ardbeg is the cycle of your life, and you eagerly repeat it again and again until the vessel is empty to the bottom. In a passionate surge, not wanting to let go of what has passed, you drink the last, most fragrant drop, in which there remains neither bitterness nor cruelty. And then peace comes, albeit tinged with a light longing for lost grace.
Actually, this is my first CB (presumably "Comparative Blind" tasting). Long ago, when I first tried Ardbeg (hmm, was it the 10 or another one? Now it seems so different...), I forever changed my attitude towards whiskey. Skepticism turned into passion. There have been many, many good moments, and much whiskey has been drunk, but Ardbeg... Let it not be perfect. Let it seem too young now. Perhaps it lacks richness and, subjectively, phenols, but this is – first love. Therefore, I will probably end with lines from the great Russian bard, Bulat Okudzhava:
And like first love,
It burns the heart.
And second love,
Clings to the first...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers