A Winged Provocation in a Glass: Ardnamurchan’s The Midgie Returns - and This Time, It Flies First Class.
- T
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Some whiskies arrive like poetry - gentle, lyrical, quietly profound. The Midgie is not that whisky. It doesn’t knock - it barges in through an open summer window with the audacity of folklore and the persistence of memory. Scotland’s most infamous airborne nuisance has been reborn not in wing or sting, but in dram form - and this time, it’s not confined to Highland glens. It’s going global, one glass at a time.
What began as a cult summer release in 2024 has now become an international whisky phenomenon. In May 2025, The Midgie took flight - 16,500 bottles set loose from Ardnamurchan’s wild coastal perch and dispatched to cabinets from Glasgow to Tokyo.
A single malt inspired by a creature known for invading picnics and sanity alike, The Midgie does what midgies do best: it lingers, buzzes, and leaves a mark you’ll remember. Except now, you’ll be reaching for a refill rather than the calamine lotion.
A Palate That Whispers, Then Pounces
Distilled from both peated and unpeated spirit (2017-2019) and matured in a chorus of bourbon barrels, port pipes, and a flirtation of sherry cask, this dram unfolds like a sun-drenched Greek tragedy set in Glenbeg: beauty, tension, sweetness, and a twist of smoke just when you think it’s safe.
The nose greets you with barbecued pineapple - caramelised and sun-kissed, as if plucked from a fruit salad prepared during a volcanic eruption. This is no dainty dram. A lick of smoke coils behind the fruit, like a fox trailing its tail through the hedgerow of your expectations. On the palate, there’s a theatre of contrast: strawberries dressed in velvet, roast meat humming in the bass notes, and dark chocolate slipping in like a well-read antagonist. A flash of cracked black pepper lifts the finish, as if to say: “Still paying attention?”
This is whisky as opera. A summer symphony scored in peat and fruit, sweetened just enough to seduce, but grounded in savoury gravitas.
The Highland Mischief in Digital Form
Each bottle bears a QR code - a kind of digital divination. Scan it and you’re granted access to a world of cask lineage, distillation rituals, and behind-the-scenes alchemy. It’s not just provenance, it’s provenance with panache. Ardnamurchan doesn’t merely make whisky - it chronicles it. Every sip is backed by a lineage, every dram a data point in a beautifully obsessive constellation.
This synthesis of heritage and high-tech mirrors The Midgie’s own duplicity - an old-world pest reborn in the 21st century as liquid gold. It’s the whisky equivalent of finding a handbound grimoire on an iPad - unexpected, satisfying, and slightly addictive.
A Toast to the Irritant as Icon
There’s a peculiar genius to naming a whisky after a beast loathed across Scotland. The midgie is part of Highland folklore - a creature so insistent, so minute, it becomes metaphysical. And now, through a deft act of cultural aikido, Ardnamurchan has transformed that icon of irritation into one of the most talked-about drams of the season.
It’s more than marketing mischief. The Midgie stands as a symbol of the distillery’s own ethos: rooted in place, irreverent in tone, but reverent in craft. This is a distillery powered by renewable energy, inspired by terroir, and committed to low-intervention whisky-making. Sustainability here isn’t just a line in a press release - it’s the invisible backbone, like the hum of a midge just before it bites.
Final Provocation
At the price it is offered, The Midgie is a summer fling dressed as a serious relationship. It’s the dram you bring to impress your in-laws, then drink yourself when they leave. It refuses to behave, delights in contradiction, and leaves a finish as long as a Highland solstice.
So next time you hear a whisper on the wind - a low, persistent buzz at the edge of your perception - don’t swat. Pour. Savour. Smile.
Because in this bottle, the bite is beautiful.
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Words by AW.
Photos courtesy of Ardnamurchan.
