Palate: Fun and spunky. Damp antique furniture in a tropical environment with salted caramel. An oiliness coats your mouth and keeps it tingling as if a little electrical current is running for a full minute. The Clynelish definitely asserts itself in the first second before the Caol Ila says ‘howdy' . You can't stop chewing on this one. I felt like a dog licking peanut butter off the roof of my mouth.
This one is old and refined, yet lively. It's like an old gentleman dusted himself off to cut a rug at his granddaughter's wedding.