The 1990 vintage, bottled in 2023, is an unearthed epic — a spirit preserved through decades, aged in silence, now speaking in hushed, powerful tones. This isn’t a dram you pour lightly. It demands space, quiet, and reverence.

In the glass, it’s a deep, ruddy gold — dense and noble. The nose is archival: aged Sherry wine-soaked fruit, sandalwood oil, antique cedar chests, black tea leaves, dried apricot, and old beeswax polish. There’s a deep echo of coastal air — salt, stone, and time.

On the palate, it’s refined and layered. Treacle toffee, cherry compote, and warm, spiced leather all roll forward gently. Then the island reminds you it’s still here — a whisper of peat, a touch of seaweed, a lick of salt on dark chocolate.

Mid-palate brings forth more: almond cake, red berry reduction, golden syrup, and toasted spice. There’s elegance, but also a sense of something ancient preserved — like flipping through handwritten letters in a drawer untouched for years.

The finish is long, slow-burning, and wise. Gentle smoke, fading oak, raisin bread, and soft spice dust. A dram that doesn’t end — it fades, as all great stories do, with grace. Highland Park 1990 is a masterwork in memory, craft, and elemental beauty.