As our fable goes, when darkness falls and the sapphire glow of the full moon lights up the sky, a lone beast stirs amidst the shadows. As the singing stills of Mortlach begin to play their haunting melody, a howl breaks and rings in unison. The beast leaves no trace but his formidable song, vibrating throughout the distillery, gives Mortlach its extraordinary, magnetic nature. 

What a stirring song this spirit sings: the meaty, woody aromas of this whisky pitch-perfect, every sense heightened in anticipation. The pleasure builds, as smoothness envelops you before savoury spiciness, embraced by intense vanilla sweetness, races across the tongue. All the while, the clear siren song of virgin oak soars above the rich melody. A glorious tantalizing finish leaves the palate dry and lights the dark and deepening night.