At first sniff a fragrant bouquet of vanilla and warm honey fills my life much like many of my exes, the more time you spend with it the more it exposes a swamp creature that’s laying underneath. Except, this glass is more enjoyable than any of the old girls. Taking a deep breath with your nose making double contact with the rim brings up sweet breads, some ripe fruit, a little sea water, a little grass, a little dirt, and finally some peat. I was hesitant to press further as many whiskys that I’ve disliked begins with the dreaded vanilla. But I’m glad I pressed on instead of dumping it down the drain, again, like many of my exes. The vanilla and sweetness makes way for those sweet breads, almost graham cracker-esque. As your enjoying the bakery the sherry pops in for a loaf, as does some citrus. But alas, grey skies approach and the bakery soon closes. The change in weather is noticeable and it brings with it some light peat, some light smoke, and a warm dampness that lingers for a finish that was longer than anticipated, unlike my exes.