The World Atlas of Whisky stands aloof from its peers. Released amid a deluge of other whisky titles, Broom has deconstructed, cogitated upon and reconstituted the subject of cereal-based distillates in a manner and to a degree I have come across nowhere else.
‘At first glance,’ Broom suggests, ‘the creation of a whisky style may seem like the triumph of technology’. But he has looked again: dusting off, picking apart, shaking about and inspecting from all angles facets of the whisky debate to discover that ‘in truth it lies at the interface between science, economics, creativity… and landscape.’ In other words, everything is infinitely more complex. Production processes? History? Regional continuity of styles? Don’t make him laugh. ‘What is whisky?’ he asks. ‘Anything you want it to be’.
So, having stripped away all of our landmarks and comfort blankets, what does he offer the novice and initiate in exchange? Broom, quite ingeniously, directs us straight back to the crux of the matter: flavour. When contemplating a whisky, Broom urges us to ‘concentrate’ – not on extraneous details of geography and other easily digestible but specious ‘rules of thumb’ – but on the spirit as it converses with you. Dave can help with supplying the minutiae of how your malt, bourbon, Irish pot still whiskey or whatever it happens to be was crafted (and he does, in anorak-pleasing comprehensiveness) but such processes only begin to make a tangible bit of sense once we get round to ‘sticking our noses in the glass and inhaling.’ We all, Broom promises, have the ability to understand the flavours in front of us. ‘A whisky’s character is expressed through the pictures in the taster’s mind’, he asserts; whatever we imagine when provoked by our dialogue with whisky is our truth, and it can and ought to sustain us in our private sensory explorations. Broom’s employment of technical vocabulary is descriptive, there only to inform the larger, richer image that is flavour in front of which the reader is left to make their own qualitative judgements.
This is not to say that Broom is forever impartial and objective, however. When he is not performing an explicatory role he indulges an artful evangelism for those spirits whose technical genesis belies, intensifies or even contradicts the personality of the final product. His entry for Linkwood distillery is one example amongst countless others that are so beautifully composed and strikingly phrased that they compel a reciprocal ardour and curiosity in the reader. Crucially, though, Broom always marries enthusiasm for a particular quality with descriptions of how that quality came about. For example, Broom may marvel at how ‘Linkwood’s new make smells of the skin of peaches, of light apple blossom falling in an orchard; in the mouth it sticks and seems to spin in a ball in the middle of the tongue’, but he can attribute this fruitiness which he loves so much to the clear wort and long ferment and the complex mouthfeel to the intensive copper contact in the ‘Rubenesque’ stills. It is never the case of extrapolating some arcane aroma and basing a grandiose proclamation upon its equivocal existence but deducting effect from regimented cause. You can go away, try a Linkwood and in consequence appreciate where these notable characteristics have derived from. Whether they are to your liking is not for Broom to prescribe.
Perhaps the element of the book I value most – even above its written style, its abundant information and its passion – is the unprecedented endeavour to analyse the new make spirit of each site. He calls it the distillery’s ‘DNA’, the result of the distiller’s specification and skill of execution unadulterated by oak. Perhaps it is here that Broom’s willingness to factor out, subvert and democratise facile terminology as I mentioned at the beginning is most demonstrably seen. Legally, it isn’t ‘whisky’ and some of his tasting notes don’t appear to reflect any substance we might recognise as such (‘Chinese cough medicine’; ‘wet chamois’; ‘meaty’, and ‘feral’) but it is boldly, squarely, obsessively concerned with flavour.
I would recommend Broom’s tome to all those who possess even the vaguest interest in beverage appreciation, and not just that of whisky but wine, beer – any other liquid you can think of. By comparing spirits according to flavour and not process or location, Broom has rendered the subject far more accessible; he has struck upon the correct terminological approach, the most enlightening blend of tones that illuminate how it should be that nearly 100 different Scotch whisky distilleries – and the many many more across the globe – contrive to produce subtly different but ultimately distinctive styles of spirit from the same raw materials.
At last there is a work that can both inform, empower and liberate the whisky neophyte, exploding the nonsense some in tasting clubs, magazines and the industry itself expound, airily typecasting some distilleries and even whole areas as ‘this’ or ‘that’. It is, I repeat, a much more complex world but one which only makes sense when we reject misleading received reason and promote our senses as the primary tools of navigation.
Dave Broom, The World Atlas of Whisky, Mitchell Beazley. £30.
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