Our Lady of Perpetual Inebriation
in nomine lagoena et crapula et ebrietas sancta
Monday, March 06, 2006
Caol Ila

As I walked down the whiskey aisle, I spotted Caol Ila, a label I hadn't seen before. I'm sure a true connoisseur (read: whisky snob) would claim to be well aware of said label, and would have a Charming Anecdote concerning said label as well. Anyway, being a sucker for particularly Gaelic whisky names (Caol Ila means "the Sound of Islay"- it seems poetic, but actually refers to the distillery overlooking Islay Sound) and an even bigger sucker for an Islay, I picked up the 12-year-old bottling. It was the only one available, though my little whisky book claims it has also been bottled at various times in 13, 14, 15, 17, 19, 20, and 21-year-old bottlings, with proofs ranging from 80 to 120, depending on the age.
I have to say, I am impressed. For the record, I don't really do the official tasting notes, consulting my approved list of adjectives, and only drinking from a nosing glass. I would say it was a lot like Laphroaig, but smoother, and... oilier? It's tough to describe, outside of "really freakin' tasty."
In fact, tasty to the point that I drank myself silly, and recall little of Saturday night. Sunday morning, however, I discovered the downside of Caol Ila- nasty, nasty scotchover. Probably one of the worst I've ever experienced. I do seem to get them more from Islays than other scotches (I suspect this is an attribute of all really peaty and smoky scotches) but this one tops 'em all.
That being said, I still bought another bottle.
:: posted by Pater Ebriosus, 16:29