I remember as a young boy, smelling Grand Marnier and thinking it smelled like oranges soaked in gasoline. Hopefully my nose has evolved a little bit since then. This time it smells to me like the most heavenly Moroccoan clementine grove, with little hints of Napoleon's courage. The palate is syrupy, but the cognac helps keep the sweetness in check. Along with orange you get notes of spice and Earl Grey tea. The finish is warm and lingers a little longer than you'd expect for a liqueur. It dries up and you're left with a hint of oak. All in all, I can safely report that after 35 years between whiffs, I now understand why people like this stuff. It's one hell of a spirit.