The spirit of Octomore has been defying logic for over fifteen years. The “what if” moment that once seemed almost absurd has progressively morphed into something endlessly alluring. It begat liquid like no other, an elusive collection, the stuff of legend. Now suddenly, there are Eight. Led by the structural billiance of 08.1, they can pause at the symbolic moment to enjoy a single malt Masterclass. The experimental ethos, the muscular quality, is still very much to the fore, but there is enlightenment now, a sure-footed confidence. 08.1 is the necessary benchmark, the launched pad from which others can follow. Here is their first ecounter with the colossal numbers, and the epiphany that follows the cork being lifted. Are the numbers a distraction. For it appears there is no ordeal by fire, no unbearable assault on the senses. 08.1 reveals the astonighing subtlety of our phenotic universe, leading us along a pathway into a world like no other.