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Description
This is the cathedral of Macallan — not just a whisky, but a vaulted experience. Thirty years in hand-picked European oak Sherry casks has given rise to something that transcends flavour and enters the realm of ritual. This is a whisky to be opened under candlelight, poured into crystal, and sipped with both reverence and wonder.
In the glass, it glows like old gold kissed by mahogany — deep, dense, and radiant. The nose rises like incense in an old cathedral: dark fruits soaked in oloroso, raisin compote rich with molasses, brown sugar caramelising on oak, and a high, aromatic spice note like clove-studded orange. Aged balsamic. Polished walnut. Black truffle shavings. It’s not a scent — it’s a liturgy.
The palate is orchestral. A crescendo of molasses, toasted hazelnut, treacle tart, antique leather, and date syrup all unfold with majestic composure. There’s the oak — broad and dry, but elegant — guiding the fruit and spice like a string section beneath a soloist. Burnt orange peel gives bite, while a subtle acidity from the cask’s tannin structure lifts everything like a final flourish of choral harmony.
Mid-palate, new chapters open: black tea steeped to perfection, espresso crema, toasted almond skin, and a lick of smoked vanilla. There’s a saline edge that cuts the richness — not brine, but the memory of sea air on ancient wood. It feels old in the best way. Patient. Wise. Enduring.
The finish is a ceremony in itself. Long, slow, gently spiced, with echoes of dried fig, old oak, and dark cocoa that pulse like a final organ chord reverberating through the rafters. This isn’t a whisky for casual appreciation. It’s a monument in a bottle — to be opened when the past and the present meet, and nothing less will do.
Tasting Profile
- Light
- Full
- Low Tannin
- Tannic
- Sweet
- Dry
- Low Acidity
- High Acidity
Description
This is the cathedral of Macallan — not just a whisky, but a vaulted experience. Thirty years in hand-picked European oak Sherry casks has given rise to something that transcends flavour and enters the realm of ritual. This is a whisky to be opened under candlelight, poured into crystal, and sipped with both reverence and wonder.
In the glass, it glows like old gold kissed by mahogany — deep, dense, and radiant. The nose rises like incense in an old cathedral: dark fruits soaked in oloroso, raisin compote rich with molasses, brown sugar caramelising on oak, and a high, aromatic spice note like clove-studded orange. Aged balsamic. Polished walnut. Black truffle shavings. It’s not a scent — it’s a liturgy.
The palate is orchestral. A crescendo of molasses, toasted hazelnut, treacle tart, antique leather, and date syrup all unfold with majestic composure. There’s the oak — broad and dry, but elegant — guiding the fruit and spice like a string section beneath a soloist. Burnt orange peel gives bite, while a subtle acidity from the cask’s tannin structure lifts everything like a final flourish of choral harmony.
Mid-palate, new chapters open: black tea steeped to perfection, espresso crema, toasted almond skin, and a lick of smoked vanilla. There’s a saline edge that cuts the richness — not brine, but the memory of sea air on ancient wood. It feels old in the best way. Patient. Wise. Enduring.
The finish is a ceremony in itself. Long, slow, gently spiced, with echoes of dried fig, old oak, and dark cocoa that pulse like a final organ chord reverberating through the rafters. This isn’t a whisky for casual appreciation. It’s a monument in a bottle — to be opened when the past and the present meet, and nothing less will do.
Tasting Profile
- Light
- Full
- Low Tannin
- Tannic
- Sweet
- Dry
- Low Acidity
- High Acidity
