Sipping neat from an old fashioned glass. Didn’t rest it because who has time for that in short span between putting kids to bed and going to sleep myself? On the nose I get the coffee, faint vanilla bean, and a whiff of ethanol. Maybe even some of the candied nuts that pervade the mall come Christmas time. It’s sweet, and peaty, and woody. It’s woodsy and peaty and sort of harsh on the pallet. Maybe a little brown sugar. The finish lasts a good while. No Kentucky Hug, per se, but a nice lingering tingle of wood, peat, and something reminiscent of over ripened pear.