...it moves to chai, and apricots that move from bursting with juice to dry in the mouth, with sweet cinnamon, cherry’s, humbugs, raisins, and dark sugar. Its then the mouthfeel starts to come in, and the whisky is hot and sweet yet so incredibly dry, stripping all the moisture from the cheeks and tongue as though you’ve stuffed your mouth full of cinnamon sugar...
...Pepper moves atop raisins, plums, apricots and dates dunked in a pot of sherry with a touch of iron moving through, a mineral element that really helps to change the whisky up, and then it turns to a Christmas cake heavy on the ginger and cinnamon. And then the peat hits, and hits hard. All the flavours start to be swallowed by the fog, that little bit of cocoa nibs? Swallowed...
...good deal of custard and a gingerbread house all stuck together with royal icing. Toffee, fudge and brandy snaps all come together too, with silky caramel dusted with grapefruit rind and desiccated coconut, all next to a thick banana milkshake. Its gets a touch woody...
...vanilla, marzipan, heavy musk sticks and a fistful of parma violet sweet, grapefruit with a pinch of sugar and a light sprinkle of parfait amour before a gingerbread Christmas house with thick royal icing. The mouthfeel is spiced, but tightens in a resolute rather than puckering manner. As the palate continues to develop, we see coconut biscuits...
...a touch of honey sweetness with malt biscuits topped with vanilla cream and lemon zest, the scent of fresh cut summer grass and lemon scented Windex spray. After a touch we are greeted with sun dried apricots, white pepper, goose berry and a touch of tennis ball tubes...
...slow cooked stone fruits and stewed plums. Behind it flows a river of raspberry jam, a touch on the prickly side, and then a shore of glazed strawberries and maraschino cherries, a good blending of natural and confectionary sugar. Marzipan and Neapolitan ice-cream make the base of the whiskey, sprinkled with berry fudge...
...laughing demon made of sulphur and plastic, the burning of old garbage bags that have been left in the sun for too long. After a while, I got my nose around this beast, and found touches of sweet soil, mouldy, wet mushrooms, sickly sweet corn, a mashtun in the midst of being cleaned and as I thought I was past it all a baby was sick under my nose...
