Ardbeg Corryvreckan

Ballpark franks cooked over a wet campfire surrounded by ten women cleaning with lemon pledge. There is also a faint chlorinated note on the nose. When tasting there is a rush of red berries and vanilla and lemon that quickly makes its way to ash when hitting the sides of the tongue. Black pepper on the finish for about whatever length of time is still happening right now. This would bump up if it wasn't so sadistic - but then it wouldn't be the "bad boy" of the core range. 5.0 - go out and buy all of the stock you can find. 4.0 - must buy at least one bottle before you die. 3.0 - solid, must try at a bar, or mooch from a friend. 2.0 - didn't like it, you may. 1.0 - you may have the palate of my dog, and he licks his own ass.