Lagavulin is a classic example of how smoke isn't a blunt instrument that covers everything in a fog, but an element that works with all the flavours produced in distillation and maturation. Lagavulin isn't 'smokey,' its peat moves into a weird territory of Lapsang Souchong tea and pipe tobacco.
Nose: There’s peat - a big, pungent whack of it, laced with smoked fish and driftwood and salty rocks. But underneath that, there’s a great big ocean of sweet, caramelized malt, all baked apples and cobbler crust.
Palate: At first, it’s like a mouthful of recently extinguished ashes—charred, powdery, astringent—but then a lush, maritime garden quickly comes into focus. Over several minutes in the glass, ghosts of fruit emerge—orange and red cherry mostly—but never seem to break through the low-hanging haze.
Finish: Long, spicy finish, figs, dates, peat smoke, vanilla.
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