The 18 is Bruichladdich’s statement of adulthood — mature, sure-footed, and bright-eyed. Unpeated but unmistakably of Islay, it balances clarity and complexity like few others can. It glows in the glass like golden barley at dusk.

The nose is radiant and clean: fresh-cut apple, lemon curd, buttered scone, and a wisp of sea air. It opens with the charm of an old friend — approachable but intriguing. Dig deeper, and you’ll find honeyed cereal, floral barley, and a touch of vanilla fudge over toasted oats.

On the palate, it’s electric — zesty citrus, creamy malt, and sweetened almond. There’s a snap of ginger, a shimmer of salt, and the rich underpinning of toasted oak that rounds it out beautifully. You taste the coast without the peat — a breeze, not a storm.

Mid-palate brings warmth: white chocolate, dried apricot, a hint of marzipan and honeysuckle. It’s structured yet fluid — every sip feels intentional. This is Bruichladdich playing with tone and tempo, not just volume.

The finish is long and soft-spoken — barley sugar, citrus peel, a final mineral note that lingers like a salt-kissed memory. A whisky for spring days, for new beginnings, for knowing that Islay can speak with more than just smoke.