I suspect this 1978 vintage was discovered by accident in the Glenrothes warehouse. And rather than pour it all away the marketing team told the whisky maker to some how fix it and make it drinkable. Of course, I base this on absolutely no tangible evidence other than the fact that this whisky is quite terrible.
The nose is a mix of citrus with some woody cinnamon and clove. It has the tell-tale cheesy signs of something not quite right. I can’t put my finger on it but I assure you even Glenrothes know this is not their finest hour.
The overpowering oak on the palate is an immediate let down which means the little bit of caramel and chocolate have no positive effect what so ever.
The long oily finish is chalky as well as spicy. Save your money, folks.