Imagine walking through a humid swamp all day wearing a tuxedo. By the time the sun sets your sweat soaked body stumbles out of the tree line and you’re at the shore. You collect a bunch of driftwood and find a can of old gasoline and use it to make a fire and burn your suit. Imagine once the fire is long gone scraping up all the ashes putting them into a cup and mixing it with seawater. That’s what Laphroaig Quarter Cask tastes like.