Originally inspired by a rock song and now in its fourth
incarnation, I’m happy to report that the latest release of Compass Box’s Flaming
Heart, is still unadulteratedly rock and dramming roll all the way.

Oh yes
those unique boutique champions of craft headed up by John Glaser (the
undisputed Willy Wonka of whisky) have yet again proved that there’s very much
proof in the pudding or indeed the whisky, that good things come to those who
wait.

After a gaping void of nearly two years since the last Flaming Heart
bottling in the form of the 10th Anniversary Edition, I was absolutely thrilled
to hear that there would be another release for 2012. Not only that but I was
chuffed to bits to be one of the first people to try it as part of our Compass Box
Tweet Tasting back in August.

The nose kicks off with a cocky coastal wave and all the
sooty embers from a bonfire used to burn fallen autumn leaves and a stash of old
newspapers. But it’s not long before smoke plumes take over the proceedings and
have a go at juggling blackberries, pears and a cavalcade of citrus delights.

Chocolate salted caramels drizzled with a drop of charcoal
infused sherry vinegar and a droplet of iodine make for the next set of
sensations, along with a wealth of wood spice, a barrage of black pepper and a
strip of old garden turf that’s seen a few too many days in the sun.

A wanton wave of voluptuous vanilla then flows its way into
the proceedings and cordially helps to balance things out just fabulously. Allowing those lighter fruitier notes to shine in their own light, and enhancing the depth and purpose of those wood spice notes.

The palate kicks off with an immediate trouncing of freshly laid
tarmac. The good old fashioned stuff that would clear out your sinuses if you
walked past as it was being poured onto the road.

A small shot of espresso and a dainty cup of
English tea with an added slice of lemon make for the next set of pleasurable
palatable protuberances, along with more of those chocolate salted caramels and a
bowl of stewed stoned fruits covered in a teasing dollop of rich vanilla
custard.

Bold bursts of wood spice and a heaving hit of smoke from
that aforementioned bonfire then help to define the palate just beautifully, as
does a teasing lick of liquorice and pinches of both white and black pepper.

If the nosing and tasting notes of this dram were songs from
your favourite rock band, then the finish would have to be an album of their
greatest hits played on a loop. Continuing to rock and rollick its wares on the
palate for as long as the night lasts or until you demand a reprise and pour yourself
another.