The nose is tart and unremarkable (even in a glencairn and after a great deal of patience), with surface-level hints of unripe berries and young spirit. The palate is more rambunctious, angsty even: sharp vanilla, perfumed and floral, with underwhelming flavors of rock candy and fruit overpowered by heavy menthol and barrel spice. The mouthfeel is waxy and the aftertaste is that of cherry chapstick. Seedbread comes along after the pleasant raspberry zing finish that happens to accompany that spicy palate. I see some nice Lowland characteristics at play, but only clumsily — not as in the sure simplicity of a Glenkinchie. Overall one of the least luxurious scotch experiences I've had. Maybe the bottle that Kory got was an anomaly.