The nose here couldn't be more Irish if it had a brogue, read Seamus Heaney to me, and called itself my grandfather - classic notes of spice and sweet vanilla, with a little whiff of something floral in the distance. The palate comes as a bit of a surprise - it's rather dry, with nuts, lightly buttered toast topped with dried fruit preserve, jasmine tea, and a little too much burn for a dry malt profile like this. It's fairly obvious that this is still a young whiskey and, for me, could use a little more time in the barrel. It's an intriguingly complex dram, though, and still recommendable!