I wouldn't normally pick up a Glenmorangie at DFS, much less a Glenmorangie Finealta. But the man was adventurous enough to try it. I was like, whatever. He drinks more than I do anyway. So the bottle came along.
I nosed it. It was just that wee bit of peat. Then I swirled it around in the mouth. The flavors come through stronger and well-rounded when opened up with a dash of water or bits of ice. I don't think it's a whisky for the evening unless you prefer lighter floral flavors. I'm not keen on having whisky in the day. But a dram of the Glenmorangie Finealta on the rocks is almost refreshing because it's so light.
The man just likes to have whisky in the room I suppose. He pours a pre-dinner drink before we head out each night, well knowing there'll be more drinks to come with the meal and after. So you see who the true alcoholic is? Naturally, we finished the bottle quite easily during this long weekend. Ahemmm....in addition to all the other alcohol ingested outside of the room. It's ridiculous, I tell you.