Something about drinking a smoky whisky with a snowstorm swirling outside is fitting. As New York’s first snow of the year wailed outside my window, I decided to go for something entirely unknown to me – Armorik out of Breton, France – for my tasting.
I was thinking a curl-up-by-the-fire whisky would suit the situation, but instead I got something fierce, feisty, and energizing, which mirrored the storm nicely. Like a whisky/sound pairing. This whisky packs some good heat and spice, and leaves the mouth full of cinnamon in its wake.
What I knew: 92 proof, single malt, distilled in Breton, France
What I discovered: This one had a sweet smell at first, but smells can be deceiving. On the tongue, it was smoke and spice. With a little water, it revealed its seaside, briny flavors. And after a while, it even let out some citrus. I was searching for more, though - I felt like some sweetness was hiding somewhere after that initial sniff. Once I sat with it long enough, it softened around the edges and displayed a little sweetness, a little floral. The storm died down a bit, and things were quieter and more peaceful. On my tongue. Outside, that wind was still howling – no snow all year and this storm intended to make up for it. A good excuse to stay inside with some whisky.
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