Tastes

I didn't realize this was a rare whiskey, but I knew it was a great one when I tasted it. Unfortunately, I didn't take any notes when I tasted it, but it reminded me of soothing porridge made with rice grains tossed in sesame seed oil that my grandma used to make for me when I was sick.

Cool autumn breeze rolls over the countryside hills painted in green and blue. Scent of bluebells welcomes me with their sweet smiles. Over the naked trees at a distance, a stream of old lazy smoke sways across seemingly endless blue sky and invites me in for a supper. A rustic, humble plate prepared by rough but gentle hands, followed by caramel glazed apple pie. As the night deepens, I sit by the fire and enjoy his food and company in peace and quiet.

I'm walking through a dark tunnel, following the scent of sweet orange. When I open my eyes, I find myself standing in the middle of an empty field. There is nothing but dried dirt under my feet for miles, but when I close my eyes, I can smell traces of sweet orange everywhere. I should be disappointed, but for some reason, I'm just content at my heart.

Like an aged newspaper in your hand, it's rough to touch, but knows how to tell a few intriguing, light-hearted stories over a meal to keep you entertained, without disturbing your appetite.

A sweet and playful night with a beautiful auburn hair girl in a tiny little black dress. No commitments or plans. But it's just right for this lonely night.

As the night deepens, your world grows darker and quieter. No noises. No distractions. You are just left with your silent but brave thoughts until you fade into your everlasting dreams.

Full bodied and rich flavor overcomes you from the tip of your tongue to the bottom of your soul, not like a wild ocean wave, but the warm spring sun coming up over the horizon and embracing your skin. However it's a bit floral for my taste.

Light on your tongue with a hint of spice. Great summer whiskey.