In a rare fit of shame, I had decided I had better placate my wife on this trip, so I booked two places on the ‘Tales of the Sea’ event at Bunna. Here, the Swedish artist who designed the rather fab label for one of their Festival bottlings (Westering Home), talked about her inspiration for the design.
Well, this took about 4 of the 60 minutes we were due to be there. Luckily, there were a couple of chaps from the Fisherman’s Mission, for whom all profits for this expression were bound, to discuss the charity, what it is and what it does. We also had the distillery manager, Andrew Brown, talking about the distillery’s relationship with the sea, the wreck of the Wyre Majestic, just round the corner from the distillery (on some rocks somewhere) and, importantly, a dram of the afore mentioned Westering Home, a 17 year old expression which spent 12 years in a refill bourbon cask, 4 years in a cognac cask and the final 3 in a sauterne cask. We were determined not to buy the Feis Ile expression, because we thought it was going to be a 10 year old Madeira finish. This expression, I thought, was worth a punt until I saw the price of £250. Eeek! Nice, though, lots of honey, barley sugar, exotic fruits, and marmalade with a finish of crème brulee and exotic spices (their notes). There was another festival bottling, though, a 10 year old marsala-finished expression. I couldn’t face another queue, so Bex and I joined Jim and Alice who were loitering outside.
It’s not a pretty distillery, by any means, but its situation is fantastic and, as I’ve said numerous times, with a lick of paint and some love, this could be a superstar in the making. Still feels like a prisoner of war camp.
After a monster plate of oysters from Loch Gruinart, we headed off to Caol Ila to pick up a couple of the festival bottlings, if there were any left.
There were. Lots. And there was no-one else there. Hurrah!
And so to Ardnave beach for some sunbathing. Yes, we sunbathed in Scotland.