Jesus, the smell of it. One note. Clean. Opening like medicine or perfume, then just smoothing out. Ever run your nose gently over a woman’s arm, just kind of slowly breathing in until you feel goosebumps rise on her skin? That’s the smell. Beckoning. Whispering. Try me. I was made for you. Oh it just sits on your tongue and then vibrates a little. Hold it there. It’s gentle but this is not tame whiskey. It tickles. I can’t find any particular flavor cause the feeling of it is so strong. It’s alive. It lives. And then the swallow. It gathers and slides. And God love me, the boosh at the end is amazing. It goes down with a light burn and then just before it’s disappears it sneaks back up and kisses the roof of your mouth. Then it’s gone.