Islay experiences a lot of storms.
Situated off the West Coast of Scotland the island bears the full brunt of wild Atlantic weather fronts coming in on the prevailing winds.
Venturing out into the calm after one of these tempests can be a refreshing experience. Almost as if all the detritus has been washed away leaving a clear & invigorating air.
There is another side however.
The storms whip up the seaweed – or tangle – into big rotting piles heaped up on the shore front.
They don’t smell good.
That’s the only way I can describe my tasting experience of Islay Storm Whisky.
I picked it up at an auction and I can only assume it hadn’t been stored properly.
It tasted stale, dull & flat – even sour – much like that minging seaweed on the shore – or the farmer’s welly socks after collecting the seaweed for the fields.
The only element to rise above the morass was a clear hit of smoky peat.
A washed out bottle.
My thanks to Whisky Lady for reminding me of this tasting experience.