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Bruichladdich Black Art 10.1 29 Year Old Islay Single Malt Scotch Whisky 45.1% 700ml
Unpeated, mysterious, and masterfully aged - red berries, honeyed oak and exotic spice.
Recipe remains a secret - only the master blender knows.
Cult status in every release - highly sought-after, collectable, and seriously elegant.
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Description
No age statement needed here — just time whispered through wood and secrets sealed in cask. Black Art 10.1 is an incantation, not a bottle. It pours like dark gold ink, dense and luminous. The nose is surreal — dried fig, tobacco leaf, old leather, black cherries, antique furniture polish, salted caramel, forest floor after rain. It's a cathedral and a coven.
Take a sip and time dilates. Velvet tannins usher in waves of flavour: blood orange, dark cocoa, marzipan, aged balsamic, toasted almond, and burnt toffee. It twists and turns — never letting you pin it down. Just as you think you’ve found the heart, it shape-shifts.
Mid-palate reveals treacle tart, espresso crema, rosehip, and even a flash of tropical fruit hidden beneath the layers. The texture is silk over velvet — soft, weighted, ethereal. There’s no peat here, but the soul of Islay hums beneath.
The finish is never-ending. A slow dissolve into oak resin, black fruit, and sacred spice. You don’t drink this — you commune with it. A whisky for poets, mystics, and the truly curious.
Tasting Profile
- Light
- Full
- Low Tannin
- Tannic
- Sweet
- Dry
- Low Acidity
- High Acidity
Description
No age statement needed here — just time whispered through wood and secrets sealed in cask. Black Art 10.1 is an incantation, not a bottle. It pours like dark gold ink, dense and luminous. The nose is surreal — dried fig, tobacco leaf, old leather, black cherries, antique furniture polish, salted caramel, forest floor after rain. It's a cathedral and a coven.
Take a sip and time dilates. Velvet tannins usher in waves of flavour: blood orange, dark cocoa, marzipan, aged balsamic, toasted almond, and burnt toffee. It twists and turns — never letting you pin it down. Just as you think you’ve found the heart, it shape-shifts.
Mid-palate reveals treacle tart, espresso crema, rosehip, and even a flash of tropical fruit hidden beneath the layers. The texture is silk over velvet — soft, weighted, ethereal. There’s no peat here, but the soul of Islay hums beneath.
The finish is never-ending. A slow dissolve into oak resin, black fruit, and sacred spice. You don’t drink this — you commune with it. A whisky for poets, mystics, and the truly curious.
Tasting Profile
- Light
- Full
- Low Tannin
- Tannic
- Sweet
- Dry
- Low Acidity
- High Acidity
