A sherry-coated Uigeadail, fruitier on the nose than my Ardbeg standard bearer and syrupier on the finish. The sweet peat rolls out the glass, a thick mist off a swampy bog. A sip fills the mouth like a boozy Black Forest gateau, big and bombastic, and coats the throat with a treacly trail that is ultimately too sweet for my palate. Glad I gave into the temptation to open this old acquisition, but not sure I'll be picking it over the Oogy too often.