As our fable goes, The King of Islay seen upon the crest of Lagavulin was no ordinary feline, but a lion rampant who prowled the grounds of an Islay castle, a fresh victor, intense in power and pride. This brooding and battle-worn beast, won its crown through flame and ferocity – and came to represent one of Scotland’s most fiery distilleries.
Deceptive with its inviting golden hue, at first taste this rare beast growls gently, teasing with lemon, salty-sweetness and roasted tea. Intense blackened wood stalks the palate before a long, warming and drying finish, roaring with chilli pepper and great waves of smoke. A classic Lagavulin 12, striking in every way: The King of Islay, in his prime.
