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 that it 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 led to a 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.