When tasting a new spirit, memories tend to help me shape my tasting notes and overall enjoyment. The smell of freshly baked cookies, camping trips with the smell of the pines while roasting marshmallows, a new pair of tires, running shoes or even hospital trips from where I was a bit too adventurous and ended up needing stitches to correct my mistake with the smell of fresh bandages and antiseptics. This Pure Scot is very familiar to my childhood memory of family reunions. I’m not sure how other family reunions go, but for my family it meant a trip to Kansas. Now there’s nothing wrong with Kansas, but there is a lot wrong with a family reunion in Kansas heat in July for a 100 plus gingers gathering together outside. So you’re already hot and miserable, but to add insult to injury you’re told to go spend some time catching up with an Aunt/Uncle that could use some interaction. Sadly you already know this won’t be the comical and charismatic Aunt/Uncle, so this could go either way, they are either 10 pounds of crazy in a 5 pound bag or they are just unbelievably boring. Either way none of the other family members are going to talk to them, so you’re voluntold to have some character building time or better put as being a sacrificial family member to grenade jump and save the rest of the family. Turns out this Pure Scot is not the irrational one that manages to jumble together all conspiracy theories into one overarching grandiose ill-fitting scheme, but the exceedingly mind-numbing one whose conversation usually brings about a coma-like state until the end when you reawake to find hours have past. Pure Scot starts with a nose that is lackluster and deficient of flavor, basically the Aunt/Uncle begins their story of how they went to their dentist with smells of disinfectant in the air to get a checkup. The taste is a continuation of boredom with the Aunt/Uncle going on about the water they drank at the dentist’s office to rinse their mouth and how watery the water was compared to older days of having more tasty water. As the discussion of how different water at the dentist’s office was from their youth to today continues, your wish of an end to this uninspiring and humdrum story seems to be granted as the Aunt/Uncle apparently were also so un-intrigued by their story that they sporadically entered a state of slumber right there with no great water finale to make this dreadfully uninteresting story/dram have even the remotest interesting tidbit. This whisky is just that, an incredibly boring watery story with no flavor or finish but a slight burn. I wouldn’t be surprised that @ContemplativeFox just gave me some watered down bottom shelf vodka in a vial with some yellow dye and labeled it Pure Scot as a joke. Sadly, if this is not a joke, this looks to cost 50 dollars which is as bad as the lousy 50 dollars that was spent on poorly designed family reunion t-shirts everyone got stuck with and now the family can’t afford to go for ice cream at the Woodford Reserve Double Oak creamery due to prioritizing the ugly shirt of this forgettable event.