Fear and Loathing in Lagavulin (Part One)

We’re standing amongst the ruins of Finlaggan Castle, once the much exulted Council of The Isles, on the Island of Islay off Scotland’s West Coast. This was the seat of power for the rulers of this area for centuries. Despite having had overlords from, variously, Ireland, Scandinavia and Britain, these kings managed to maintain independence from their surrounding kingdoms for generations.

The castle sits upon Eilean Mor, an island on Loch Finlaggan, situated in the middle of Islay. The castle would have played host to lords from the many Hebridean Islands that reside off the West Coast of Scotland – a stunning, rugged and at times uniquely inaccessible tract of land (even now some parts can be isolated for weeks due to bad weather). To sum up, the rulers of the area, in around about the fourteenth century, chose an island, on a lake, on an island, in difficult waters amongst tough territory as a place to hold their meetings. Clearly these lads were a force to be reckoned with.

finlaggan ruins

It’s a fairly bleak day, as befits the rugged scenery. This is day seven of a pretty ferocious boozey trip across the UK – starting in Leeds, then York, Edinburgh for the festival, a few days in Inveraray, Argyll and now here we stand on Islay. Having got off the ferry at Port Askaig and made it approximately 100 metres to the nearest pub (the charming Port Askaig Hotel), we steadied ourselves with a few pints and now are continuing on towards Lagavulin Distillery. My body hates me, and as much as I’m looking forward to a few distilleries and drinking some whisky, my liver is audibly shrieking at the thought.

Lord of the Isles

Lord of the Isles – a Peat Smoked Badass

The island of Islay is a genuinely beautiful and haunting place. Lacking some of the inexorably dramatic aspects of its neighbours, it can still transport you to a time long forgotten. It has such a rich history of strength, valour and tradition. A mixture of Gaelic and Nordic roots, influences from various different languages and a constant need to strive in order to prosper and survive, lead one to believe this to be a place of a mighty, unique and wonderfully exceptional spirit (see what I did there?). Also, the Viking roots lead to a fair amount of blonde-hair-blue-eyedness amongst the local females. Whisky and beautiful women – what a place.

As we reach the beautiful Lagavulin Distillery, nestled on the sweeping waters of Lagavulin bay, the once full cans of lager are now strewn empty in the footwells of our Fiat 500 (I know – rock and f*cking roll right?) and we’re in fairly desperate need of a dram. The tour is taken by, as ever, a beautiful blonde, and finishes on a pier at the back of the distillery, with an amazing view around the bay. Now is that magic time where we get to sample some whisky, and there are three expressions on offer; Lagavulin 16, Lagavulin 12 Cask Strength and Lagavulin Distiller’s Edition. I go for an old favourite, the sixteen year old.

 

The Lagavulin 16 was the dram that opened up Islay for me. For a long time when I started drinking single malts I found that I couldn’t quite see past the peat and smoke of an Islay – that I could find much more depth and refinement in a delicate Speyside. But how very wrong I was.

Lagavulin Single Malt Islay 16

 

The Lagavulin 16 is still for me the definitive Islay – of all the distilleries on the island, to me it’s the best of the basic, entry level releases. It has such balance, such poise, that it never lets its peat dominate the senses, instead mediating the Islay party piece with a cornucopia of other influences.

 

Starting with the colour, it has a beautiful amber hue, not as insipid and pale as some of its neighbours. The nose has, as you would expect, huge smokey notes. This is tempered nicely by hints of salt, leather and oak. This is the first indication you get that you are dealing with a truly classic Islay malt; you can feel the soft sodden ground underfoot, the touch of that sea breeze across your face.

 

The body is simply magical. A big, robust, oily mouthfeel gives you peat in spades but without the acerbic fringes you were expecting. Other flavours calmly start giving you a wave, asking to be noticed – sweet smoke, aniseed, a light pepperiness and just a touch of sherry. At this point I find myself back on Islay, walking through the rolling hills. The smell of the peat bogs, the sting of the salt air in the nostrils, the sound of a fiddle playing in the Port Charlotte Hotel, the beautiful blonde girls of Nordic descent behind every bar, the welcoming people, the immense haunting beauty of the … My apologies, I digress.

 

This is, to me, a dram that sums up Islay in a most perfect manner, both as a place and a class of whisky. It has the grace and presence of those early kings, mixed with their strength and determination to maintain their island kingdom. This is a whisky that, when faced with the dangerous trek to Finlaggan Castle would simply hunker down and make sure it did the Lords of the Isles proud. A better introduction to the region you couldn’t find. ‘And what about the finish?’ I hear you cry. Well, the finish is much like the ferry out of Port Askaig on a calm July afternoon: smooth and gentle, and you always want to come back.

 

Stay tuned next week as we drink our way across to Bruichladdich for some of the most progressive distilling in Scotland.

The Lagavulin 16 – brief:

Nose – Peat, salt, leather oak.

Taste – heavy peat, sweet smoke, slight pepper, aniseed and sherry.

Mouth feel – robust and oily

Finish – Sweet, smooth, light spice.

Cocktail – try it in a traditional whisky sour, the peat combines really well with the textural quality of the lemon and egg white. For something a bit sweeter, acknowledge The Old Alliance between Scotland and France and add a barspoon of Benedictine.

 

If you’re keen to try any of the range or know it well and thirst for a dram, click any of the boxes below. You’ll be able to pick it up at your local Dan’s on the way home and they give us a tiny bit of the profit so we can keep reviewing and exploring… or hey, just do it to stick it to the man:

 

Lagavulin 16

My personal favourite and the very definition of a classic Islay single malt; smokey and oily with subtle spices and oak.

Lagavulin 12 Cask Strength

Fresh, robust and smokier than the 16 this is a delight for those who can handle the extra heat.

Lagavulin Distiller's Edition

A second maturation in Pedro Ximinez sherry casks brings spices, sweet stewed fruits and tames the smoke.

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Simon Smith

Simon has spent the best part of a decade behind three feet of wood, both in Australia and the U.K., cutting his teeth mainly on the west coast of Scotland, both in the Highlands and Glasgow. A passion for whisky naturally sprung from this, and he has since developed a predilection for all liquid, from good spirits to stunning mixed drinks. Now slinging drinks in Randwick, Sydney.