Firstly I’ll start by saying that at this point I have literally no idea what I’m doing and this project is hopefully going to last for twenty years at least so please bare with us.
As I write this I’m just person that’s put pen to paper on filling a barrel with some peated scotch. The plan was for me us to travel to Raasay and fill the cask then let the journey begin from there, it was a simple plan which didn’t require a lot of thought as there would be 20 years to obtain the correct permission and licenses to make us selling it legal.
Enter Covid-19 I’m immensely fortunate that I’ve not had it and every member of my family effected by it have survived, but it would be my luck that when I decide to turn a pipe dream into reality, one of the worst tragedies to ever hit the planet at the same time. 2 months after signing my life away on what seemed to be one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done, I’m literally layed on the bed writing about an empty cask, still non the wiser as to wether or not I’ll actually get to see it it be filled or if I’ll even see it in its ‘new make’ phase of maturation. Due to the warehousing situation of the distillery it’s in my T&C’s that only 1 visit every three years is permitted, this means I could potentially not see the cask until the spirit inside is actually classed as whisky.
Truth be told the fact I can only visit every 3 years is a god send for me as I’d be there year on year and after 20 years there would hardly anything left to bottle. With regards to a cask visit I’m fairly certain given the current turn of events the excellent team at Raasay will do whatever they can to enable us to visit.
I was guessing I’d have to start it off by bootlegging as there is no way that wash house would ever get a license to produce anything fit for human consumption in it current state.
The idea I had for a long time was to put a still in my grandads wash house and fill casks in there, a sort of whisky equivalent of bathtub gin. I was guessing I’d get about six to eight quarter casks maturing in there at any one time, with all the smells and flavours of 60 years of DIY absorbing into the barrel, from ‘catty’ he used to do the body work on his trusty three wheeler, to the remnants of his last grass cutting still on the mower, you can smell it all and let me tell you it’s really quiet unique. I was guessing I’d have to start it off by bootlegging as there is no way that wash house would ever get a license to produce anything fit for human consumption in it current state. Now that I don’t live there and more importantly not wanting to see my grandad in court for a modern day moon shining operation, I thought it best to come up with a new way of having my say in a batch. So here we are…