Tastes like I’m at a carnival.
Peated
Bowmore, on the shore of Loch Indaal, is the oldest distillery on Islay, founded in 1779 by a local merchant named Simson. Sources name him David or John P.
Tastes like I’m at a carnival.
A coastal, smoky Bowmore with ashes, smoked lemons, brine and seaweed, delivering above-average peat character at the expense of fruitiness.
Tropical mango and passion fruit mingle with elegant smoke and subtle florals, leading to a long, fruity finish with lingering iodine.
A fuller-bodied, waxy Bowmore with coastal saltwater, seaweed and citrus, balanced by tropical mango and syrupy passion fruit.
Immaculate Bowmore with a bright, elegant profile of citrus, tropical fruit, minerals and sea air, finishing delicate yet perfectly balanced.
Tropical mango, passion fruit and pineapple mingle with zesty citrus, mint, wet rocks and coastal smoke in this fruity yet maritime Bowmore.
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
A little avalanche of Bowmore, including our 700th here on WF
Bowmore 1999 (PX cask #13)
The nose remains more or less acceptable, but the palate is fairly horrible, dominated by lavender, violet, soap and supermarket eau de toilette.
An ultra-classic Bowmore: exuberant yet introspective, with stewed apple, exotic fruit, citrus, maritime notes and a measured, elegant finish.
A pure, magnificent Bowmore: seawater, lemon juice, top-notch minerality and millimetric peat, finishing long and very salty.
Deeply moving and very beautiful, this fragile whisky offers smoked buttercream, salty spikes, old raki, smoked ham and stale white pepper.