Islay must be a strange place. You got Bowmore, some of which might be mistaken for bourbon (by somebody?!?). You got Laphroaig whose cask strength is bottled smoke, peat and iodine period and about as far from Kentucky as anything that calls itself whisk(e)y. Then there's Ardbeg (I only know 10), another ten degrees of longitude and lattiude past Laphroiag.
"Another color in the painting of Whisky." I get olive green high-gloss enamel, what do you get?




