Tobermory, Smoke & Glory, Isle of Mull, Single Malt

As the mist rises from the forest floor, shafts of light break the clouds revealing dark mountains and ancient hills. Mythical beasts scurry amongst the fescue as the beithir rise in the loch for their first taste of the peaty glen air. Hand selected single cask expressions, but only for the brave. Consumed by Smoke and Glory.

The aroma of rain after a storm, fiery beacons ignite in your mouth as you as you tuck into your glazed bbq smoke salmon at the end of an outdoor expedition. As the sun sets, the air smoulders, the embers die and you snuggle into your sleeping bag.