Scotland's loneliest Glen has more than its share of folklore. Glenlivet's cast list of mythical inhabitants makes exciting reading. Fairies, bogles and kelpies, a kind of water horse that haunts rivers and pools and makes a habit of drowning unwitting travellers, tales of all shapes and sizes. Witches and warlocks with one foot in the real world and the other across the great divide. As any Glenlivet inhabitant knows, the fairies and kelpies who command the centre ground can only be appeased by a wee dram of the finest local Malt.
Old gold, apricot hues. Fragrant, elegant, complex, sweet oakiness, a touch of damp cellar and moss. Antique shop beeswax, polished oak floor. Oak leads way to heady floral fragrances. Butterscotch and chocolate mints, summer fruit, then wood is back, fresh sawdust and a touch of burning log. Crème brûlée and warm apple pie. Smooth and velvety palate, gentle maltiness with a touch of passion fruit. Lasting finish.
