Ah, the isles. Who does not love the isles? The very word "isle", as opposed to "island", conjures images of green and blue, and breeze and sand, and, in our case, whisky. So much whisky. Barrels and barrels and barrels of whisky. Amber ambrosia flowing from gleaming spouts directly into our lolling mouths. For I am not talking about isles of the South Seas. No. I am talking about the equally beguiling isles of the Northwest Seas. North and west of Scotland to be specific. Orkney, Skye, and Raasay to be more specific.
According to the Scotch Whisky Association, the isles are part of the vast "Highland region", one of five of their officially designated regions. But we know that they are wrong. The isles make up their own distinctive region. And a journey to this region is one of the greatest pleasures a dedicated scotch whisky drinker can indulge in. As physical travel can be inconvenient (for the dedicated scotch whisky drinker is also, by definition, an accomplished individual with such a profusion of interests that their schedules are brimful), the Cabinet is pleased to provide a virtual visit.
Our journey begins on the Isle of Skye, on the wild shore of Loch Harport, a sea loch on the western side of Skye. There we partake in their Distiller's Edition scotch. And we are pleased. We step outside and look about us at the moors, glens, hills, and silvery burns, and we know that we are tasting what we see. We taste the peat, the water, the malt. (Although the malt comes from Glen Ord near Inverness, but nevermind). We are so very pleased.
Then we are blindfolded and driven away at high speed, for the next destination is a secret. It is a new distillery previously unknown to any of our members, learned though they may be. The drive is only twenty minutes, but after the van stops we still feel motion. A swaying, undulating motion. We are on a ferry. Soon, the engine starts up again and we drive forward, but only for two minutes. We are there. Blindfolds off, and we find ourselves standing in front of the Isle of Raasay distillery. We are amazed. We had no idea there was a distillery on Raasay, which is a small isle tucked into the northeast angle of Skye, like a baby in the crook of its mother's arm. We are served their flagship single malt from an amusing rectangular bottle made of textured glass. Any suspicions generated by the effort they put into the packaging are dispelled immediately. This is an excellent whisky. Not just excellent, but in surprising ways. It's light straw colour belies a complex feinty taste, followed by an unexpectedly sweet finish. There is much to explore here. We eye the other bottles, and we note with interest that they offer accommodations right in the distillery. Very nice looking accommodations, it must be said (https://raasaydistillery.com/luxury-raasay-accommodation/). But alas, we are told to duck as a helicopter lands. Cabinet meetings are only two hours long and we have another stop, 400 km away.
The helicopter takes us to the airfield outside Portree, Skye, where a small jet awaits, door open, engines idling. (Remember, dedicated scotch whisky drinkers are by definition accomplished individuals.) Forty minutes later, we touch down in Kirkwall, and are on our way by Land Rover convoy to the Highland Park distillery at the edge of town. Here they have a treat for us, their new Cask Strength bottling. No superlative suffices. This is joy in its most pure concentrated form.
All too soon, it is time to leave again. Fortunately there's one last surprise for us when we get to Glasgow, as we board our commercial flight back to Canada. As we step aboard, the pilot greets each of us with a firm handshake and a hearty congratulations on isles well tasted. A flight attendant is next to him, pouring three fingers of King's Inch for each of us. It's a local Glasgow whisky, named after an isle that used to exist in the Clyde, before it joined the mainland. Symbolic, that.
Slainte!