One of those
also-suitable-for-self-defence-if-the-content-doesn't-taste-good bottles.
Nose: 60min: The flavours flow into the nose as heavy as the glass.
Sweet odours of decay with forest floor, while legends about warriors are told.
At the bonfire with stick bread and S'More [smɔəɹ] consisting of a piece of
melting chocolate and a roasted marshmallow embedded in two graham crackers.
The fire is crackling, in the background wild boar are ploughing up the forest
floor, truffles, porcini mushrooms, fresh earth and moss. Of course there are
stallions nearby, neighing and sweating. Some saddles defy the heat of the
fire. 2h: An apple and some chestnuts suffer in the embers. The nose sticks to
the glass, doesn't want O2 but only these Xn molecules. A few dates, rum from
an old barrel, red wine Chateau Haut Brion 1993, wine becomes cherry-like, grandma
has conjured up Black Forest cherry cake with just the right amount of
chocolate. The cake is served in an old library, dusty books, old pages full of
knowledge, yellowed wisdom exuding the scent of days gone by.Palate: ---- unable to write, wordless, painless, yet moaning and
writhing, marvelling and whispering. The sky opens up, the holy whisky spirit
comes over me, for milliseconds I see the big picture, I know things, I see the
past and the future and the present. Time stands still. Words find their place
again, mould themselves into black sweetened tea, espresso, dark chocolate. Red
wine cream with chocolate, chocolate mousse. All kinds of desserts with heavy
red wine and dark chocolate. Finish: Simply endless, never-ending. Heavy red wine, Rioja, but old,
very old. Sawdust from a cedar mill, a master guitar maker's workshop, old
cellos. Yes, that's what old cellos from the Medici era taste like. After 3
hours: cream, a creaminess fills the mouth. Remains of a red wine and chocolate
cupcake.
96/100
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