Right, you shouldn’t expect an in-your-face peatiness – and indeed, how is that supposed to happen, after 20 years of full maturation, it’s clear that some expectations haven’t been met. But if you’re open to integrated peaty notes that lead to astonishing complexity: voilà.
Nose (3h): Crème brûlée, caramelised with plenty of birch wood, incense sticks in the distance, with vanilla notes but also a dying fire, a camp just broken up, like in a Western; speaking of which: a hint of horse manure, stables and sweat, an old saddle. A few caramel sweets, but little sweetness overall. Green apples and freshly mown grass.Palate: Sweetened black tea, a hint of ashtray, burnt sugar, but no molasses, nor rum or cream sweets, rather apple pie left in the oven too long, darkly browned crumble. Nut butter.
Finish: Black tea on the finish, slightly sweetened, a touch of pepper, medium length, campfire ash eaten with bread on a stick, burnt dough, no more bread, too charred. Water? Hmm, becomes drier, dustier, woodier. “Occasionally, you might enjoy the luxury of an unexpressed thought.” ― Everett Dirksen
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