I put my nose into the glass and inhaled. Then I jerked it away. “Got damn. What the hell is this stuff?” I went back for another sniff. Then again and again and again. -Sour barley -Melted rubber -Singed nose hairs. (My own) -Telephone pole -Used World War I gauze. -Peat, certainly, yes. If someone stuffed peat into a tube sock and beat you with it. I gave up after that. Typically a whiskey will settle down after three or four smells and give up its more subtle nuances. Not this whiskey. It wasn’t giving up shit. I was dumbfounded. Stupefied. A bit freaked out, to tell you the gods’ honest truth. And I LOVE it. You gotta work to appreciate this one. Gotta pay your damn dues. But if you can get there, you have found something very special indeed.