Lochindaal, the Gaelic Loch na dail means ‘loch of division’, is a large Atlantic sea loch that almost divides the island of Islay in two.

It was also the last name for the Port Charlotte distillery, 2 miles further along the shore, when it closed in 1929.

The success of Bruichladdich since we took over in 2001 has been based on stocks of a traditional, negligibly peated whisky. This will continue to be the basis of Bruichladdich.  

Jim McEwan adds: “As a distiller, of course I enjoy exploring what can be achieved with different barley types and peating levels. It’s what makes me tick. 

“But from day one I also wanted to distil peated barley. Partly in homage to days gone by, but also to provide flavour variety as ingredients for future bottlings.” 

“There are few distillers that have the freedom that I enjoy to create the various styles of whiskies that we produce. As Progressive Hebridean Distillers, we take our inspiration from the past and make it the future.”

Port Charlotte in 2001 and Octomore in 2002 were both new spirits named after long lost distilleries, the ranks of which Bruichladdich itself so nearly joined.

Lochindaal at 50ppm+ will be more heavily peated than the highly successful Port Charlotte, but less so than Octomore, the world’s most heavily peated whisky.

The range of peating levels now distilled are Bruichladdich at 3 ppm, Port Charlotte at 40ppm, Lochindaal at 50+ppm and Octomore at 80+ ppm

The first 100 casks of the 2007 distillation only will be offered for sale to the public at £1850 a cask. Cask 1 was purchased by Lotta Pahlsson in Karlskrona, Denmark.

Lights of Lochindaal by Iain Simpson...

From Mull to the Pentland Skerries, from Skye to Colonsay
From Staffa to Iona and the sands of Castlebay.
Each island has it's magic, which holds men in its thrall
But always in my dreams, I'll see the lights of Lochindaal.

T'was there one summer's night boys, as we strolled hand in hand
Listening to rhe sea waves whisper softly on the sand
T'was there she said she loved me, that she would be my all
Oh how the moonbeams danced that night, on lovely Lochindaal.

I'm now a few years older I've left dear Islay's shore
I'm living in the city now among the smoky roar
But through the crowded bustle, I still can hear the call
Of cattle in the evening, by the shores of Lochindaal

And soon I shall return again, to Islay's gentle shore
And see across the tide waves wide, the bright lights of Bowmore
Or wander through Bruichladdich, as night begins to fall
And see the moonlit beam on lovely Lochindaal

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