Glenfarclas is as natural and perfect as the day it leaves its Highland home, the flavour captured and suspended in time until the delightful moment of truth when the cork is removed and that Autumn sun is released. The casks lie sleeping in the traditional dunnage warehouses, for many years, only sharing their secrets with the Angels themselves. Only the lightest and the best fractions of alcohol are collected and it has been said, it is the Whisky they don't use that makes Glenfarclas great.

The heather clad slopes of the 840 metre high Ben Rinnes mountain, purple in autumn and snow clad in winter, rise up majestically behind the distillery. The melting snows of winter seep down into the peat, deep into the granite below, rising up again as pure, crystal clear spring water, soft and slightly acidic, providing the purest water to transform into the water of life.