Monday, August 22, 2016

Whisky Review: Oban 14 years Single Malt

Steve McQueen starring in Bullitt (1968)
"The best scene in Bullitt isn't the car chase scene," Keith advised as he puffed his Bolivar.

We are in Odell Park, quietly breaking the law among the stately elm trees, duck pond over yonder, and cooing Mourning Doves.  The local politicos had recently passed anti-smoking legislation that even applied to public spaces like park benches.  I mean, what has the world come to when two middle aged guys, let alone somebody's grandfather, can't smoke a cigar in the afternoon sunshine on a park bench without risking a fine?  Ah, the limousine liberals have truly taken over.

I was taken aback by Keith's assertion.  The riveting car chase scene between the dueling '68 Ford Mustang GT fastback and the '68 Dodge Charger R/T was what I considered to be the best scene in the film, and probably the greatest car chase scene of all time (McQueen did his own driving too, no stunt drivers needed).

"The genius of Steve McQueen was that he didn't waste dialogue.  He could convey displeasure with an iceberg stare or a few stark words."  My friend tapped his Cuban and contentedly watched some kids, on the other side of the duck pond, playing on the swings while their moms stared at their hands, which cradled their other precious extension of their being: a smartphone.

I thought about this.  Unlike McQueen, too many actors, then and now, overuse dialogue to try and convey feeling and tell a story.  I mean some thespians just don't shut up.  Benedict Cumberbatch, James Woods, Ed Norton and Robert Downey Jr. gotta cram into every scene as much witty/cute/pseudo-intellectual banter as possible.  Granted, screenwriters are a huge part of the problem, but actors could demand a leaner script.  They could push back if everyone was not so damn polite.

Keith elaborates on this motif:  "About 35 minutes into Bullitt, McQueen's character, Frank Bullitt (a San Francisco police lieutenant) and Robert Vaughn's character Walter Chambers (a sleazy politician/lawyer) are talking in a hospital.  Chambers is corrupt.  Bullitt is not and doesn't yield to the sludge Chambers represents with a simple parting shot:

  You work your side of the street and I'll work mine."

 "Le Mans," I said nodding approvingly.  Clouds, like cotton batting carelessly strewn by the Almighty, had moved in and threatened to interfere with my sunny afternoon.

"Exactly!" exclaimed Keith.  His choice of camo cargo shorts and novelty print t-shirt no longer seemed appropriate with the wind picking up and the sun obscured by drifting cumulus.  I was in a crumpled nazy pinstripe suit and a white button-down with a slackened rep tie.  I went to lunch with Keith and never went back to work, like a stockbroker learning of a market crash over noon hour, who decides to duck the inevitable wave of angry client calls.

My Ramon Allones had an immaculate ash with a perfect draw.  Staring at the swirling smoke it emitted made me more contemplative.  I added, "There is a scene where a horde of reporters question a woman, who lost her husband in a night time crash during the 24 hour race of Le Mans the year before.  She, Lisa, is confused and troubled and the reporters continue to try to interrogate her while photographers snap away at her vulnerability.  McQueen's character, Michael Delaney, sees this and helps her into a waiting Citroen.  Turning back to face the crush of reporters, one of them asks if the accident he has just been in can be compared to the accident of the year before that killed Lisa's husband.  The question is cruel, uncalled-for, a punch-in-the-gut, but Delaney stares down the journalist and then simply walks away when you were sure he was gonna punch him or at least tell the newspaper cretin off."

Steve McQueen starring and staring in Le Mans (1971)
I thought about cold stares and how they communicate so much.  In fact, one of the moms was staring our way from across the pond, replete with lilies and a couple mallards.  Keith looked her way and smiled.  Sometimes I think the guy registers somewhere on the Aspergers scale.

"I know the scene."

"What whisky would be McQueen worthy?" I ask as the ash on my cigar tumbles unceremoniously into my lap.

"It would have to be a whisky that does not need or seek any external validation."

"Kinda like Frank Bullitt or Michael Delaney in Le Mans."


"Can't be a blend.  They are all trying to be somebody's friend."

"Yes, has to be a single malt that is uncompromising, unimpressed and not trendy."

"That rules out Highland Park and definitely those over-the-top show off releases from Bruidladdich and Ardbeg.  Glenmorangies would be too pretty, friendly and a tad foppish with their endearing 'finishes.'  It has to be a malt that just doesn't care about trends.  A resolute malt."


"Yes, absolutely."

Single Malt Scotch whisky


Age Statement
14 years.

Cork stopper.


Nose (undiluted)
Fine sherry, Cabernet Sauvignon, orange blossoms, slight smoke, maybe some roses in the distance.

Palate (undiluted)
Smooth, firm, sweet arrival of red grape tannins that make me thing of a very fine and vibrant Merlot or easy Cab.  A warmth spreads through out the body from the first sip.  Rhubarb pie, with a sprinkle of dill, anise and orange chocolate.  There is a mineral note.

Finish (undiluted)
Drying sandalwood, fieldstone and saddle leather accented by malt, orange rinds, hint of peat with wisps of creamy cigar smoke.

"The minimalism of the flavor profile is easily overlooked as not being complex."

"The complexity is in the the hidden and restrained notes."

"Or rather the complexity is the lack of complexity."

Keith and I were in Zen-like or at the very least a Yoda-like state of bliss, in spite of the fast developing overcast sky.

Our reverie was interrupted by one of the doting moms striding towards us in dark purple Lululemon that was immaculate in form and fit.  Probably never been dampened by sweat, other than that of the child labor used to sew it in the first place.  When she arrived, Keith's smile evaporated.  She looked us up and down, pausing to read Keith's t-shirt: "Let's drink and make bad choices."

"I am reporting both of you for smoking to the park warden's office,"  she fumed, as she pointed her iPhone at us with toned arm extended, like a cop flashing his badge, and started recording.  "Please state your names."

Just then, the clouds parted a little, and the sun shined down upon us, and we replied:

"Frank Bullitt."

"Michael Delaney."


  1. Entertaining as usual Jason. I first tried Oban 14 a few years ago when I bought a double St a bar and I enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps a year later I purchased a bottle but did not think much of it at all - i found it to be bland and tasted too much of raw alcohol to me. I must revisit so have put it on my list.


    1. Revisit it friend and enjoy while watching Bullitt!

  2. Jason, Love the review. What a creative metaphor. Both spartan and difficult, yet effective a la Steve McQueen, yep that's it. Oban has always stood out me as a malt competing for the titles of the most severe, most austere, most mineral-oriented, most unforgiving and yet taciturn malt. Unsocial almost. I love the extreme restraint. Thanks. Cheers ! JK

    1. Glad you see it that way. Oban is a great malt! 'Mineral-oriented' is bang on!

  3. Great post. Can't decide if it makes me want to go watch Bullit or if it makes me want to drink Oban, which I haven't had in quite a while. I suppose I could do both...

  4. Had the pleasure of overnighting in your fair city, and sampling the wares at Lunar Rogue.
    I would suggets Springbank 15 as the Steve McQueen of whisky - doing it their way with no compromises.

    1. Interesting. Springbank is certainly a maverick.

  5. The ending was too funny. I laughed out loud. Oban is so good, my son gave me a bottle for fathers day. He is a good son!

    1. Glad you enjoyed the post! Your son has good taste too.

  6. I know there's a novel hiding out in our Tastemaster!

    1. Which will be inspired by a really good whisky or a really bad one!

  7. Was going to purchase an Ardbeg 'U'... None available in Geelong...."Ardbegs loss" I said to myself.... What haven't I tried yet? Have thought about the Oban but price rears its ugly head as usual... Oban sits at $88. The Dalwhinnie 15 is $65... geee... at nearly $30 difference ... is it worth the money ?
    AL (from OZ)

    1. Buy the Dalwhinnie. Oban is expensive. $100 where I live. Not really a great value for money proposition, but I do like it and treat myself once in a while.

      Dalwhinnie at $65 is a very good price.

  8. Enjoyed the review. Oban is a favorite at our house and we can get it for $59 here in Tucson. Cheers!

    1. Good price! Glad to read you enjoyed the review.

  9. Hello I am in Dublin now will visiting Jameson HQ in the next few days. Sampling etc any comments, insights?

  10. She turned and walked off confidently, not realizing her Lululemon pants were the see through ones that caused such a furor a few years back. Evidently she had not gotten the memo.

    We chuckled and smiled wryly, completely in character. Words were unnecessary.

    The other moms were looking at us again, now with a smile and a nod. They knew that we knew, and we knew that they knew and would never tell her. And that made our cigars and our upcoming Oban even more enjoyable.

    Bob K (Sorry, I could not resist).

  11. The Best part of Bullitt is seeing Simon Oakland with a buzz cut.

    1. Ha! His acting was the gold standard that actors following him would have to meet in police procedurals.

  12. Oban seal to be cracked Friday night. Been quite a while since last tasting....

    1. It's a classic that I never tire of and I am sure neither will you.

  13. Damn it was a nice one. Wine... fruitiness and spice a bit of ginger on the nose... Palate ; Vanilla, ... dried fruit... then at the same time we both said Nutmeg!! ... Fruitcakey... no smoke noticed..... added a couple of drops of water... didn't enhance it... wouldn't do it again... Very nice drop .... Definitely buy again... price is an issue though.
    AL (from OZ)

    1. I agree that water is not needed. A classic that I am happy to say most people overlook as they buy the latest special release from Highland Park or other trendy distillery.