There’s simply no peat like Laphroaig peat — it’s smoldering brush and ash, along with unapologetic Band-Aid. It changes character and intensity from glass to glass, giving way sometimes to mint and cucumber and hummus, all in balance. I don’t find any of the smoked bacon or meatiness that I get in Ardbeg; this is a bit greener. And it’s lovely start to finish, the latter lingering for a good minute or so. The Laphroaig 10 may be a better buy, but the intensity and length of the Lore are on a different level. Wife says it reminds her of a dead fire in an old castle.