The legs on this gal are long, or as I used to say girl has some get-away-sticks. Ahem. Anyway, the smell is strong, think about that time you took a Snickers and drug it through a campfire that the sea spray extinguished on a cool fall day. The opening sip opens your eyes and lays down in your mouth, kicks off its shoes and whispers, “Imma be here a bit”. It is comforting yet bracing, that good friend that is drunk, across the room eyeing you, yet just won’t leave. It’s chocolate, it’s barbecue meat (lamb), it’s earthy, and salty. I hear my inner monologue telling me to “yaaar” like a Pirate. If you enjoy MC Esher, smoked meats, Pirate Metal, and friends that overstay their welcome in leather chairs with cigar smoke swirling about then this is your whisky.