Bird
says... "The
Bowmore Legend, while perhaps lying about its age in order to
gain favour, is a fairly cheeky young scally that sits, like a
middlingly-smoked gooseberry on the back row, between the uvula
rapists of the Islay south coasters and the mincing honey boys
of the northeast.
At the risk of being had (oh yes), I have to say I like it and
it's wormed its sweet-talking way into my appreciation.
Reasonably sweet, refreshingly minty, gazing lovingly up, wide-
and moist-eyed from its glass, who's not to be sucked into
its sordid plan?"
