If one were to successfully tackle the challenge of creating A whiskey that was rich in the harsh masculinity of peat yet maintained a strong presence of all the sweet warm honeyed things of much “safer” offerings, the result would be this. It is thoroughly permeated with smoke but manages to avoid the unforgiving and stern ashtray lick finish that turns away many who venture into the world of peated scotch. Instead the smoke compliments the sweet marmalade side as would a lightly grilled fruit kabob. The perfect segue into the wonders of peat. Masterfully done. It won’t knock you off your feet but it will cater to a much larger base and not in a bad way. Think Radiohead rather than John Mayer.