Bruichladdich Light of Lochindaal Malt Whisky
Saturday, November 03 2007
Bruichladdich Distillery announced the arrival of a new Islay single malt, Lochindaal, to be distilled in October/November. The new Lochindaal malt whisky (50ppm+) will be more heavily peated than the Port Charlotte, but less so than Octomore, the world’s most heavily peated whisky. The new malt will be named after one of Islay's lost distilleries which once operated only a few miles further south in Port Charlotte. This same distillery also operated under the name Port Charlotte Distillery and Rhinns Distillery. The name of the latter will probably be used for a future single malt by master distiller Jim McEwan.
Jim McEwan about his new creation: "As a distiller, of course I enjoy exploring what can be achieved with different barley types and peating levels. It’s what makes me tick. But from day one I also wanted to distil peated barley. Partly in homage to days gone by, but also to provide flavour variety as ingredients for future bottlings. There are few distillers that have the freedom that I enjoy to create the various styles of whiskies that we produce. As Progressive Hebridean Distillers, we take our inspiration from the past and make it the future."
According to the press release of Bruichladdich the first 100 casks of this years distillation only will be offered for sale to the public at £1850 a cask. The press release contained a beautiful poem/folk song written by Iain Simpson as a homage to the village lights of Bowmore, Port Charlotte and Bruichladdich shining over the loch on a clear night.
Lights of Lochindaal by Iain Simpson:
From Mull to the Pentland Skerries, from Skye to Colonsay
From Staffa to Iona and the sands of Castlebay.
Each island has it's magic, which holds men in its thrall
But always in my dreams, I'll see the lights of Lochindaal.
T'was there one summer's night boys, as we strolled hand in hand
Listening to the sea waves whisper softly on the sand
T'was there she said she loved me, that she would be my all
Oh how the moonbeams danced that night, on lovely Lochindaal.
I'm now a few years older I've left dear Islay's shore
I'm living in the city now among the smoky roar
But through the crowded bustle, I still can hear the call
Of cattle in the evening, by the shores of Lochindaal
And soon I shall return again, to Islay's gentle shore
And see across the tide waves wide, the bright lights of Bowmore
Or wander through Bruichladdich, as night begins to fall
And see the moonlit beam on lovely Lochindaal.
Bowmore in the evening
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