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FRANK QUITELYno corners to hide23 YEAR OLDBeginning its first 21 years in cask, the spirit was nurtured in American oak hogsheads, to create the signature style of Bowmore. Much like the devil, this spirit took its own unusual journey, maturing in more than just one cask type. This finessing created a distinctive and powerful character conjuring up a sensory exploration of this mythical tale.
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FRANK QUITELYno corners to hide23 YEAR OLDRushing quickly from the glass, the scent of incense, beeswax and a struck match transport the senses to Bowmore's round church. These ethereal notes are chased by golden syrup, acacia honey and marzipan, bringing tingling medicinal notes and spice to the palate. The unmistakable notes of Bowmore's subtle peat smoke, brine and oak linger on the finish, tempting the soul.
- ON THE EYE: Golden barely
- BREATHE IN: Incense, beeswax and a struck match
- SIP: Golden syrup, acacia honey and marzipan
- SAVOUR: Subtle peat smoke, brine and oak
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FRANK QUITELYno corners to hide32 YEAR OLDBowmore No Corners to Hide 32-Year-Old captures a moment in time; with a story as captivating and as analogous to as the myth it celebrates. An initial 30 years of maturation in American oak hogsheads reflects a timely occupation in cask, much like the devil's own alleged escape. What followed was an unusual journey into Essencia® barriques to bring an exceptionally deep, powerful and distinctive character to the fore.
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FRANK QUITELYno corners to hide32 YEAR OLDHints of beeswax, notes of incense and a struck match captivate the senses bring ecclesiastical echoes to the whisky which brings this myth to life on the nose and palate. The zest of Seville orange peel merges with the aromas of an old cigar box, but with sweet and floral interjections, reflects the complexity of the devil's own devious ways. The remarkable character is completed with touch of liquorice and iodine, intriguing and ingenious in equal measure.
- ON THE EYE: Deepest sunset
- BREATHE IN: Beeswax, notes of incense and a struck match
- SIP: Seville orange peel, old cigar aromas with sweet and floral interjections
- SAVOUR: A touch of liquorice and iodine
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FRANK QUITELYTHE CHANGELING22 YEAR OLDBeginning its first 20 years in cask, the spirit was nurtured by american oak hogsheads, creating the signature style of Bowmore. Much like the blacksmiths son, the contents underwent a transformation after maturing in more than just one cask type but further depth was added with two years of further maturation in white port casks, a style of maturation known for its light floral, and fruit notes.
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FRANK QUITELYTHE CHANGELING22 YEAR OLDA parade of white flowers, peaches and lemongrass levitate from the glass; floral notes meld with meadow honey, stewed fruit and figs transporting us to the depths of the fairy hill. These ethereal notes are transformed by the appearance of peat smoke, iodine and minerality that transfix the senses. The unmistakable notes of Bowmore's subtle peat smoke, brine, salt, and spice hark to the smiths' forge, lingering on the palate.
- ON THE EYE: Dark amber
- BREATHE IN: White flowers, peaches and lemongrass
- SIP: Meadow honey with stewed fruit and figs
- SAVOUR: Subtle peat smoke, brine, salt, and spice
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FRANK QUITELYTHE CHANGELING33 YEAR OLDBeginning its 31½ years in cask, the spirit was nurtured by american oak hogsheads, to create the signature style of Bowmore. Much like the blacksmiths' son, this was then transformed after maturing in more than just one cask type. Eighteen months of further aging followed in tawny port casks, a rich style of maturation known for its stewed fruit and spice notes.
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FRANK QUITELYTHE CHANGELING33 YEAR OLDAn intriguing collection of meadow flowers, peaches, plums and summer grass levitate from the glass; more floral notes meld with stewed figs, port and whisps of peat transporting us to the depths of the party of the fairy hill. These ethereal notes are transformed by the appearance of peat smoke, iodine and minerality that transfix the senses. The unmistakable notes of Bowmore's stewed fruit and peat smoke, brine, and warming oak spice hark to the final scene of the smiths' forge.
- ON THE EYE: Dark amber
- BREATHE IN: Meadow flowers, peaches, plums and summer grass
- SIP: Stewed figs, port and whisps of peat
- SAVOUR: Stewed fruit and peat smoke, brine, and warming oak spice
