Thar be a tale on a pirate ship in sail, of a cabin boy's wish to be a seaman prevail. 'Welp!' the captain said to thee, 'yer nar but a sea gull amongst the albatross. If seaman you wish to be, then a bottle of Bunny 18 for me!'
Thus my quest began, with regular Google searches for months on end. Nowhere in the 50 states, was there a reasonable deal to had. Until one day, a store in Jersey City appeared on the map. One week and 2,800 miles later, tin and all, the bottle was delivered - quite handsome, none too tall.
N: Aromas of butterscotch and brown sugar, alluringly balanced and nested in a sherry envelope. Peck away at the glass, and you're rewarded with hints of cherries and even citrus, emerging from the oak.
P: The progression in the palate is best captured by
@cascode as, "It arrives dry and spicy" with the sweet notes later providing "equilibrium". (His review here provides the best flavor profile and helped guide my palate experience.) Supple, long-aged sherry, toffee, sweet tobacco and fruitcake with an intense mouthfeel. (This is almost a quote verbatim.) After successive tipples, the palate further unveils oranges, chocolate milk, and a chewy nuttiness.
F: Surprisingly long finish of dried red and citrus fruits. The texture is a tad leathery, but that is a welcome addition - proof that this is a mature expression and worth every sip. The finish just lingers on and on.
What a journey! Not too dynamic - the bandwidth of contrasts is narrower than say the Ardbeg Oogie or Lag 16 - but everything in the palate works well together to offer a scotch that is sweetly complex and delightful. Indeed, I'm eagerly awaiting further development as it oxidizes with time.
After the first dram, I stood up and shook my fist at the bottle, and to paraphrase
@Soba45, I exclaimed, 'I know who you are, Bunny 18! You are here to destroy my liver!'