[This is the second of two postings on a recent tasting of spirits from Bruichladdich; the first posting – covering The Botanist, The Classic Laddie, the Black Art 4, and the most recent release of the Port Charlotte – can be found here.]
Possibly the most frustrating thing about tastings is you rarely have the opportunity to explore nuance. With the Octomores, an underlying citrus character and some floral herbaceousness reveal themselves in due time – more time than was available.