...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...
...wet grass and plums. Raisins, musty molasses, lemon and heated apricots make a pleasant drop as we dip into a steel vat of oranges and caramelised grapefruits. It all sits on a vanilla bed that stretches beneath the weight of the top notes as they slowly sink into it...
...music of Nina Simone, Sinnerman does not go astray when sipping this whiskey. On the palate we discover a bounty of cherry slice, chocolate drizzled over mango, guava, lychees, tangerines and toasted grapefruit. A backing of passionfruit and old nutmeg keeps the whiskey interesting as we find am old tin of coffee grounds...
...tannic stone fruit hearts, mango, sour grapes, unripe banana with an orange studded with nutmeg and cloves. As it breathes it continues to develop, holding out pipe smoke, rye bread with marmalade, cane sugar, rusty ammunition cartridges...
...it followed to vanilla, with dark green dewy ferns, pine needles under foot, menthol, copper and an oddly floral end to the nose. There was a touch of a sour note about it, not unpleasant, rather the scent of pulled sourgrass flowers. Somewhat earthy...
...Aniseed still throws its weight around before we feast on rye bread, slather in honey and caramel. I took another sip and suddenly I could have sworn I was drinking vodka that had been left to soak in cardamom, chilli, chai and vanilla pods before suddenly biting into an Anzac biscuit topped with golden syrup and macadamia nuts...
... a confectionary treat when opening, full of Hubba Bubba bubblegum, good old fruit tingles, star burst cherry and strawberry chews and grapefruit jelly. It turns a touch after that, to a distinctly different fungus, sous bois appeal...
