Edradour 10 has been on my wishlist for a long time, not only for being from the smallest scotch operation, but also for its supposed uniqueness. It pours as astonishingly dark in the glass as it looks in the bottle: storied mahogany. Edradour is aromatically complex; I sense blackwood, dried cherry, rain-soaked fallen log, salted brown butter, oiled leather, and a mushroomy pungency. The palate adds flavors of sweet plantain, sumac, and hickory nut. Together, nose and palate give the impression of an early morning at wood’s edge on the verge of autumn — you return home and your boots are wet from the dew. The mouthfeel is dully medicinal, while a sweetly earthy and mossy finish offers a fitting denouement. The aftertaste is like breathing inside a humidor. I wonder what a slightly higher proof might do to emphasize some of these impressive notes. All in all, it’s a dram that deserves time and treasuring.