At nearly $100 I was expecting an underwhelming experience. Instead I was pleasantly surprised to find this was rich and warm and savory. Almost a distinct butterscotch note only with more depth. Like a butterscotch that reads Dostoevsky and smokes from a wooden pipe and and lives in a cabin and chops wood while clenching said pipe between teeth and grunting between puffs and swings from his favored axe with a custom hickory handle he carved and polished himself all while expounding on the subtle forgotten beauty found in a lonely forest pond while a Viennese Waltz plays on a wobbly record in the background.