Since at least biblical times, people have referred to the iris; the most precious and protected part of the human body, as ‘the apple’. King Aelfred of Wessex did, Shakespeare did, and, in 1816, Sir Walter Scott did, in Old Mortality. This codified the phrase in its modern form – the form we still use today to describe someone of whom we feel particularly proud or protective.
A cask of whisky is a particularly precious thing to us, especially a cask as unusual as a first-fill firkin of virgin oak. We hope you value this whisky as highly – let it be the apple of your eye.
Nose:
There’s a flinty and mineral note sharing airtime with sweetness here. White gummy bears, carbonated grape juice and epsom salts work together. The base finishes with the aromas of hay and wild mushrooms, all stored together in a dunnage warehouse.
Taste:
More robust than the nose advertised. Ripe persimmon, dried dates, plums and apple tarte tatin. The hot wooden aromas of a working sawmill also mingle. Careful when adding water – it disperses the sweetness if not used judiciously.