Dears, we have arrived to the most wonderful time of the year. Now, as you settled after the heavy work of setting a tree or packing the gifts you deserve a good dram and a silent ten minutes away from the military of relatives. (High five, you torelated your mother-in-law up to this point.)
Let’s raise or glasses as a trophy of triumph. Some of you might chase away the chilly bites of December with the velvety hug of Glenmorangie what is like a golden blanket covering the mouth. Others like to step out of the house in mind and síp the ash from the glass like breathing in the peat from the chimneys on a dark night.
The gorcock what landed under my christmas tree called me to an imaginary journey into the wild. I closed my eyes and old woody scents hit my nose. I was wondering where I am? Am I surronded with old-fashioned furniture and nosing vanilla candles? The thought became suspicious with the arrival of the green notes. Don’t worry, nothing raw, throught the 30 years they are integrated very well. The cold realisation hit me with the first síp: I am outside in the middle of a forest. The menthol broke me into shivers like a cold wind. As my goosebumps started to fade away I felt the aftertaste of the seeds in my mouth. I was chewing them longly, the finish was everlasting. What a character with such a beautiful afterglow!
The bottle is pretty impressive with its sophisticated vintage print showing a gorcock marching in the pine-forest – and no doubt is is totally in line with the content. The bird natural habitat is the underbrush of pine-woods, so I do hope it is having a good time under my christmas tree. Let me warn you, they eat pine-needles and sometimes totally make stripped down the trees. Be careful, especially because it’s coming from demolished distillery with a very limited supply left.
Pittyvaich, the name of it based on the native tongue of Gaelic, means the farm with the Byre. Operating only twenty but one years, the distillery showed us, sometimes a short poem can be as good as a long novel. Folks, this was my toast to the ghost.
