I think one of the hardest things for me to do is to pour myself a small dram of something delicious and then attempt to post about it as I sip.
O! Port Charlotte! How you make me weak in the knee.
This amazing piece of work was put into physical form by the recently (as in the past 10 years) revived Bruichladdich distillery on Islay, Scotland. They decided to release a new line of whisky in respect and vein of the long-closed Port Charlotte distillery. Bruichladdich decided on the name PC5, PC6, PC7, and PC8 designating the age in the accompanying digit. All have received rave upon rave from many popular sources in the whisky world (aka Jim Murray’s Whisky Bible). You can check out their official Bruichladdich website here, but do not get your hope up for an extravagant display like Glenmorangie’s souped up site. Bruichladdich appears to me as an amazing down-home kind of distillery (still privately owned) that has retained much of its original character from the past. You can read about the Port Charlotte line history here. I am not entirely sure why their website looks like I wrote the source code in notepad.
The new PC5, PC6, PC7, and PC8 bottlings’ artwork is very contemporary, too, and really strays from the classic looks of most of the other scotch bottle artwork. I have heard many onlookers comment on how cool the bottle looks, though it looks more like an American release of some sort.
I am getting off track! Back to the whisky itself:
PC7 is almost one-of-a-kind. If I had not had a taste of PC5 and PC6 at The Williard’s Scotch Bar at the Round Robin in downtown Washington, DC, I would have been just as dumbfounded as I was when I tasted those two earlier releases. PC7 is the third installment of the PC (Port Charlotte) line of whiskies. As the whisky is getting older, the punch is calming down quite a bit. But when I am comparing the punch of Mike Tyson to Evander Hollifield, that punch is still going to hurt something awful.
The alcohol content is high (ABV 61%)–even for a cask strength release–and should not be taken lightly. A splash of water does not even come close to putting out the knockout one-two punch this dram offers up and no one would ever blame you for the move. The tang (often referred to as “fruit” flavored by the pros) on the tongue is also unmistakable. The finish is laden with a peat fire that lingers for quite a long time in the most delicious of manners around your entire palate.
I have sat down for a long time with the PC7 and it has yet to disappoint me. I find that if I try to switch from it to something else, the follow-up glass always seems to fall short.
Maybe it is because this one has been attempting to completely wipe my tongue clean of taste buds with its high alcohol content. Can that happen…? If it can, this one will almost certainly do it!