Lagavulin 1997 Distillers Edition70cl / 43%
- Islay Single Malt Scotch Whisky
- Distillery Bottling
- Iodine (tcp)
Lagavulin 1997 Distillers Edition Reviews
Producer's Tasting Note
Appearance: Golden treacle.
Nose: Intense peat and vanilla. A raisin sweetness checks the smoke. Iodine-edged peat and crisp, roasty malt. Satisfying and enticing.
Body: Full and rich.
Palate: Sweet and luscious; a clear, grassy malt, then the peat attacks, smoke filling the mouth. A very salty tang at one point; the middle offers coffee and vanilla with a glimmer of fruit.
Finish: Incredibly long, even for Islay. Fruit, peat and long-lasting oak. Very chewable and moreish.
9 Customer Reviews
Somehow I remember the 1995 DE packing more punch with a richer, deeper taste. In a tasting lineup even the regular 16yo felt more enticing than this 1997 one.
A beautifully crafted whisky that retains the quality of the characteristics one finds in Lagavulin 16yr; with a heighten sweetness experienced in nose, palate, and finish that makes it uniquely it''s own. The heighten sweetness is enjoyably not over the top, though on the palate it dose masks some of the complexity normally experienced in Lagavulin but respectively deserving of the name.
Really disappointed, the after taste was not what i expected from a Lagavulin, but then i suppose thats what you get when using sherry casks. Personal taste im afraid. im sure some will like.
Wonderful! Buy this now as its only going up in price. An instant classic.
Not as smoky and peaty as I'm accustomed to with Lagavulin, but different and still absolutely delicious. It is a bit more sweet, with hints of currant or raisin. Very smooth, of course, well worth a try!
Very nice, but lacks the complexity of the regular 16 year. Less earthiness. Still wonderful, but why pay more for less?
As a lover of Lagavulin I was surprised by the wonderful peat with just a hint of raisin. Your nose tells you this is your favourite Lagavulin, but the taste is a delicious surprise but remains true to the label.
too sweet, with only faint smoke left in it, like grasping onto a distant old memory of lagavulin, long since washed away by a sherried mid-teen speysider, lucky for me i got the chance to taste an open botte at amsterdam duty free and avoided it...