Dramblings – A connection to source
12.06.20 by Tim Foster – Sales Manager, Lindores Abbey Distillery
Today’s dramblings are about how unravelling the mysteries of Whisky is an ongoing journey. Experiences become chapters in a never ending novel. Each revealing another layer of complexity, nuance and enchantment. Sights, sounds, smell and touch all come together with each dram we imbibe. As does another important element, place.
I didn’t understand peated Whisky at first. Actually, not for a long time. As far as I can tell, this is far from unusual. The peat reek can be somewhat overbearing and not for everyone. But that all started to change when I first visited Islay for the Feis Ile.
Having spent the day at Bruichladdich’s open day and with a couple of valinch festival bottlings, my wife and I ambled back to our borrowed camper at the edge of town. Having experienced freshly caught oysters covered in lashings of classic Laddie, basked in baking sunshine and had a jolly old time it seemed only right to have one last whisky.
Walking out to the water’s edge, the crunch of pebbles underfoot we looked out across the Atlantic ocean. Salt crusted seaweed sat half submerged in pitted, algae coated rock pools. Attracting horseflies (Clegs as my father would call them) and smaller winged beasties. Breathing in deep lungful’s of fresh salty sea air, waves breaking on the rocky shoreline, in the distance a tall ship was moored on the pier.
We chose our spot and carefully and found a place to nestle the bottle and glass, sheltered from the wind. Drams poured we listened as the sea breathed, inhaling as the tide flowed outwards, pulling with it waves and pebbles, the slight rattle of smaller stones running down towards the exiting shoreline. A brief pause before exhaling forwards, breaking waves upon the rocky shoreline. Slowly in, slowly out. Repetitive, yet organic with its hypnotic rhythm. Nothing is rushed. The same for millions of years.
Something clicked. A deep sense of connection between the Whisky in my glass and the place in which I sat. A subtle salinity and ‘peatyness’ on my tongue, salty sea air and reek of iodine seaweed in my nostrils. I got it, it made sense. During the rest of our trip, indulging in each of the open days, mixing with the locals, finding ruined castles, meeting whisky makers, waking to the sound of crashing waves, the connection deepened.
I wonder what the connection between our Whisky and the ruined Abbey will be like for future visitors. There is certainly something deeply captivating and intriguing about the ancient grounds. I look forward to the moment, I can sit there with that first dram of Lindores Single Malt Whisky.
The dram was Bruichladdich (Lochindaal 50ppm 2015 Feis Ile release)
Waves breaking on the rocky shoreline
Crunch of pebbles beneath the feet
Tall ship anchored on the pier
Breathing in deep lungful’s of fresh salty sea air
Salt crusted seaweed sits half submerged in pitted, algae coated rocks.
Attracting horseflies (Clegs as my father would call them) and smaller winged beasties.
Cask Ownership at Lindores Abbey Distillery
The distillery is of course currently closed but you can still chat to Elliot, our Cask Custodian about our cask ownership scheme and what is involved. We still have a lot of exciting projects going on with different types of casks coming through – but they are all very limited so get in touch if you would like to explore different opportunities within the whisky world. You can contact Elliot on firstname.lastname@example.org or find out more at http://lindores-dev.it-aces.com/welcome-lindores-abbey-distillery/cask-ownership/