It had been a while since I savored a glass of Dalmore 12, so when I went to meet a friend of mine for a quick catch up in a bar I hadn’t been in before and saw it in the drinks list, priced at only $4 a glass, I couldn’t resist. My promise to myself not to drink anything that evening was then broken within 5 minutes of entering the bar, aren’t I naughty! Quite frankly, though, I didn’t regret it for a second.
Some whiskies behave a bit like rowdy youths when you drink them, the minute you let them in they start throwing punches and shouting at anything that moves. I’m talking, here, about aggressive whiskies such as Bruichladdich Octomore which is known to be rather potent, if you will. Now I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, quite the opposite in fact, I’m just… rambling, aren’t I? I think my point was that while some whiskies are like that, Dalmore 12 is more like a saucy French maid massaging your palate. It’s curvy, creamy, surprisingly sophisticated (for its price) and ever so sweet. Just thinking about it is making my cheeks go a bit red.
While there are some lovely flavors in this drink, I don’t actually want to go in to detail about them. Why? Well, because to me that’s not what Dalmore 12 is about. It’s not about finding this flavor and that, and it’s not about the casks it matured in and it’s not about snobbery! What Dalmore 12 is about is the smoothness, that old ‘tender love and care’ feeling as it gently warms you up and makes your mouth feel as smooth as a baby’s bottom. It’s a loving dram, and I am sure it will treat you just as well as it did me the other night. Give her a chance, she’s gorgeous.
All I shall say as for the taste and aroma is that it is not suitable if you’re looking for something smoky, but definitely suitable for pretty much any occasion where relaxation and unquestioning love is what you long for.