If you’ve ever been held up in Canada by an accident involving a truck load of pigs and a maple syrup transporter*, prepare for a sensorial flashback: bacon, dark sugar and petrol waft out of the glass of this sprightly Lagavulin. And if an ice-cream truck was also involved in the aforementioned accident, then you’ll recognize the creamy vanilla that coats your throat on the finish. An excellent whisky that, along with the 8-year-old, suggests I may have a preference for youthful Lagavulin. Never has a highway disaster tasted so good.
*... and which of us hasn’t?