Scottish Collie

Another whisky for which I wouldn’t pay by myself. Scottish Collie, which is a three-year Scottish aqua vitae, has a name of a dog bringing me to a special memory that one of them did a tender grab of my buttocks in nineties (if I remember correct because it’s unlikely was in early zeroes) when I tried to run away from her by climbing on a metal drum on a child’s yard (I had a fear to dogs in that time and did a dead wrong thing as escape from them).

Almost transparent what speaks on cheapness. A scent is doctor’s medicine, which contains a good portion of alcohol. That forms in the process into to be look as whisky. Of course, I already kept Chivas Regal.

A taste meets you with bitterness, it seems was peppered and ends with getting acidity in the end, which leds to respective facial expression. Not disgusting after all. Feels even okay as it was with Scottish Collie in nineties. But rapture process must be on all stages and has a grandiose finish. I didn’t want to touch this bottle anymore. I poured Chivas Regal.