The Lost Blend

This might be a moot point for the K&L shoppers as we're already sold out, but for those of you who managed to snag a bottle from us (or those looking elsewhere), the Lost Blend is another John Glaser knockout that is not to be missed. However, if you want mature age statements, cask strength proof, or single barrel ruggedness, then the Compass Box special edition is not for you. If you want single malt purity, breakdowns with percentages, and statistical data that help form analytical conclusions, then the Lost Blend is a whisky you'll want to avoid. This isn't a whisky that wows you with specs. It's simply a $105 bottle of blended malt that showcases John's masterful touch marrying three simple ingredients: Clynelish, Caol Ila, and Allt-A-Bhainne. Those of you who have tasted previous expressions of the Flaming Heart know how magical the combination of Clynelish and Caol Ila can be. This is yet another Compass Box expression in that vein.

Waxy Clynelish. Waxy, creamy, oily, heathery Clynelish. It's right there on the entry and it's all over the nose. Aromas of sweet barley with faint vanilla. The smoky Caol Ila and fruity Allt-a-Bhainne are not as prevalent. They're mostly there as ballast pointsthe faint ashy elements trailing on the finish and a fat-fruited suppleness to kiss you good night. Once again, John Glaser has created a tribute to his favorite distillery; using various supporting actors to further shine the spotlight on his leading ladythe lovely, graceful, and ethereal Clynelish.

Every sip is soft and light as a feather, so those in seek of power and pizzazz should again look elsewhere. There is no splash of spice, no opulent sherry, and no alcoholic accent to highlight the experience. It's just a blended dream of a whisky. As I grow older (and hopefully wiser), however, this is the type of whisky I want to come home to. It's the type of whisky that warms your insidesboth literally and figuratively. I can't wait to drink this on a cold winter evening. 

I want to get lost in this bottle.

-David Driscoll

David Driscoll