Queen Highland
The Queen Highland- Freddy Mercury may be long gone but his legacy lives on with his favorite whisky. This sketchy malt is named for his band and deserves your full attention. I found some subtle notes of mildew with undertones of used gear oil in the first taste. The nose was a delicate harmony of spring swamp and eau de dairy barn. Upon further review and a second taste, the entire experience was a tad worse overall with a trace of rust on the tongue. The crack distilling team tout’s filtering their water through damp lumps of pocket lint and aging in second fill pickle barrels, quite a Bohemian technique. The finish will rock you with its lingering Rhapsody of vaguely unpleasant medicinal tones. I suggest you wear your best scotch goggles to help you get to the bottom of the jelly jar, my recommended tasting vessel. And be sure to save the lid in case you fail to finish the pour. This whisky is about as appealing as free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. As Freddy would say, “another one bites the dust”. A hearty April Fool’s review, with tongue in cheek from me to you.
The Single Malt Snob 