I had high hopes for this scotch, but I was extremely disappoointed. I've heard rave reviews for the Glenmorangie 18 y.o. touting its complexity and mellowness. Strong alcohol on the nose practically singes the hairs in my nostrils. On the palate, it will punch-you-in-the-face with oakiness that obliterates any other aromas or flavors. It is only after all the scotch is drained from the glass that I begin to detect the faint hints of vanilla and pound cake.