The final pour, ~16 months later. This was a fantastic bottle, with very aggressive and unique character. Originally popped it open with a friend about a week before he moved across the country. The end of an era here. All good things (and bottles of scotch) eventually come to an end, this is a good reminder to enjoy the friendships, moments, and drams you have with you today, they may be gone tomorrow. Enjoying this as the weather begins turning and rain has returned to the PNW. A beautiful dreary day. Nose: there is a pungent peat reek, moss covered dead oak that's been left out in the woods and soaked from a recent rainstorm. Forest floor. Creosote, ash, salty marine air. Vanilla custard, brown sugar. Beach bonfire. Palate: the first hit on the palate is full of tannic oak, aggressive phenolic peat and smoke. Its definitely taken a bit of a hit on the complexity factor since this bottle was opened, but still a gem. Still lovingly abrasive. Strong salinity on the mid palate. Theres some sweet malt and some vanilla here too. A toasty oak as well bringing some light cinnamon and ginger? No question about it the peat notes rule here. Medicinal. Relatively rich. Finish: peat phenols linger, notions of a wet moss campfire thats dying down and smoking out. Warming tannic oak.