Double Cask seems to skip leg day. As I’ve said in the past, I have a love/hate relationship with The Macallan. They span the gamut of having incredible product while floating so much “meh.” It’s disheartening, at least to me. There’s nothing inherently wrong with this dram, it’s just that what Double Cask offers isn’t nearly as interesting or complex as what other distilleries offer at the same price point. That isn’t to say that Double Cask doesn’t have any merit. Quite the contrary. The nose is compelling and holds your attention. The thing I appreciate most is that you have to really search the dram and get to know it and treasure what it offers. But then you taste it, and… it’s gone. The mouthfeel is light and the finish fleeting. One gets a sense of being a bit cheated because the intimacy gained in the beginning doesn’t carry over to the rest of the experience. It’s like being on a date in which you discover during cocktails that you have a great fondness for the same musical artist , only to find out as you start eating dinner that your date writes Seinfeld fanfic, replacing Jerry, Elaine, George, and Kramer with characters from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats. Wait, what!? But we were doing so well. All that said, there is still something interesting here, but first impressions are deceiving, and this scotch leaves you wanting. Spend the extra $6 on Highland Park 12, so the experience is full from beginning to end.