The following post reads a bit… jaded for
some reason. I’m not sure why, but it is what it is and looking at it now, I
don’t want to compromise the integrity of the orginal piece of work so, for
better or worse, here it is.
DYC8 is a blended
Spanish whisky (yes, such a thing exists) that I actively looked for when I
went to Spain on the Golfageddon excursion
last July. You can read a little more
about how that came about here. Now though, it is time to give you my
critical appraisal of this product.
It is made from a
combination of malts and distilled cereals which, as the name suggests, are
aged (separately) for a minimum of 8 years, and is bottled at a standard 40%
ABV.
DYC also produces 3
and 5 year old blends, a pure malt with no age statement and a 10 year old
single malt, that last of which you can also read a little about in the Golfageddon post.
They are all pretty
cheap – the single malt was something like 14 euros and the DYC8 a mere 11
euros, so you’re looking at a bargain whatever – unless it’s really bad, but little can be that
bad.
Presentation: A
chunky green bottle with a red label, and its 8 years displayed proudly.
There’s also a bit of a description on the back. As is par for the course for
blends, the cap is a metal screwcap, but sadly my bottle came equipped with one
of those Spanish pour resistors.
Colour: What does it matter what colour a whisky is? It
doesn’t. Nevertheless, to that end, it is fairly pale and the bottle is tinted
green, correspondingly.
Nose: Literally
seems to smell of nothing; there could be a tiny bit of vanilla, but all whisky
seems to smell of that these days – I suppose that’s the wood. Some weeks after
opening I noticed a smell of stale pants – like when you’re doing the laundry
and get a whiff of something particularly pungent. I’m thinking this must be down
to something in production since I noticed the same thing in a bottle of white
rum recently. I suppose part of my failing in nosing is that I do often recognise
scents in my spirits, but I can’t place them. Then, when I go for a second
sniff the smell is gone. And it’s not really there anyway.
Palate: I’ve been
spoilt with some decent blends recently – namely the delicate gems White Horse
and Jim McEwan’s Symphony – but this one disappoints in comparison. It lacks a
bit of sweetness, and what I originally thought were weak but pleasant
botanical flavours later became extremely unpleasant
and aniseedy. I don’t like aniseed, and even if I did, I don’t think I’d like
to taste it in my whisky. There’s also something a little buttery about it.
Finish: Not
particularly much.
A couple of other
blogs suggested this blend might be conceived for drinking with ice – given how
hot it is in Spain much of the time - so
I figured I’d best try it in that manner. There are however a couple of
problems with that. First, I don’t want to drink my whisky with ice, so it’s
not really something I have any need for.
Second; ice doesn’t actually improve it at all.
Conclusion: DYC has
been consigned to the duggie section of my liquor cabinet for occasions when I
know my tasting faculties aren’t up to much or I just want a drink without
having to waste the good stuff. I’m just not really sure what this is for
unless it’s for making cocktails, and I’m not even sure it would lend itself
too well to that. It’s certainly cheap enough to use for that – but is that
enough to justify its existence? It isn’t baaaad
as such… it just isn’t good either.
I didn’t get chance
to do a full review of the DYC10, but I do remember enjoying that to an extent
so if you find yourself in Spain, with a choice between the two, I strongly
recommend you pay that extra 3 euros and get the single malt. I would get
something else but of course, I’ve tried both now, and why double up when
there’s a whole world of whisky that needs drinking?
Thanks for joining
me once again. Next week’s post is currently intended to be entirely about Jack
Daniel’s Old No 7. Hopefully it will be a little more enthusiastic than this
week’s. Join me then, to find out if it is.
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