Isle of Jura 10

Spoiled by the value and depth of Jura Superstition, expectations for the 10 year old may be unusually high. Unfortunately, it would be difficult to conjure a bottle more unexpectedly and mortally disappointing than this abortion.

Upon cracking the foil seal and pulling the cork, an aroma rank with southern ghetto is apparent. The overwhelming odor of tequila fresh out of a rusty steel drum best describes tonight's plight. A salty, medicinal rank follows, better suited to an abusive cough elixir than a relaxing dram of whisky.

At 40%, the bottle is barely vibrant enough to fog the wasted price of admission, about $40 Cnd. The 10 year old's low viscosity, smooth mouth feeling and medium finish make for quick and mild punishment. As lacking in character and depth as last night's date, one could only hope to escape while she's in the shower.

Finishing with hints of cocoa and toffee, perhaps the best reason to take a sip is the sigh of relief after it slides down one's throat. As is the case so frequently in life, the best part of Jura 10 is the end.