For newbies into single malt exploration, Highland Park 12 is perfect---nice balance of malt, peat, barrel, and age working in harmony together. An elegant, restrained, and highly sophisticated form of single malt, without any of the excesses that sometimes mar other, more boldly stated (unbalanced) single malts.
Core of the article:
The "Why" is easy: because Highland Park is the most harmonious expression of all the elements that go into making it a unique glass of whisky. It bears the stamp, in its briny whispers of the raging oceans that surround it, of the Orkneys. It reveals the essence of a unique place and a unique Norwegian-Gaelic heritage in its quiet but not at all shy pure persistence. It allows the waft of gentle, quite herbal and sweet, floral peat, a particular type of peat found nowhere else, in discreet and subordinated balance to the whisky, neither overwhelming it nor obliterating it, but harmonizing with it. It has peat, but it's not peat. It has barrel influence, but it's not all barrel. Why?: Highland Park is a balanced and nuanced expression of all its elements in perfect harmony.
Highland Park is also delightful in its specific fruitiness, a lovely attribute often overlooked in scotch. Where the fruit comes from, I have no idea. Perhaps it's the natural expression of similar molecules that are in fruits also appearing in the grain. Perhaps it's the subliminary assertion of some oloroso sherry barrels in the aging. But it's declaratively there, and declaratively delightful in its fresh, clean, precise liveliness, the pleasing presence of peach and apricot yielding to the tang of tangerine and the piercing tart fullness of grapefruit in delightful succession.
And there's that maturity and barrel expression, of course, but once again expressed with such melded harmony as to be understated, with the smoothly satisfying vanilla and caramel and wisps of bittersweet chocolate alongside but not dominating the tang of fruit.
But again, it's not just the components that make Highland Park a great scotch: it's how those components work together in seamless balance and harmony; they don't just co-exist as single voices, they sing in chorus together.
And the rationale for picking the 18 as the finest exemplar:
But in the end the scotch that fills my sweet spot perfectly, that captures that ultimate harmony of all the elements of malted barley, salty sea air, sweet but gentle peat like a warm and welcoming fire on a cold evening, and the fruit and spice and sheer taste of age; that scotch is the Highland Park 18 Year Old.
I've had bolder, by far. I've had older, by far. I've had multiple barrel combinations, and peat soaked monsters reeking of char and smoke and iodine. But I've not as yet had another scotch whisky that could be as immediately quieting, calming, mellow, charming, and all-encompassing as the Highland Park 18 Year Old.
And if anyone is still interested, the full article is here: http://violentfermentation.blogspot.com/2014/02/favorite-go-to-scotch-whisky-highland.html

