Good lord. Imagine a tiny Cuban cigar manufacturing plant is splitting the rent with a fireworks emporium. It's the Fourth of July. There's beef jerky on the roof; half being smoked the other half baking in the sun. This warehouse is located in your mouth. There's a spectacular explosion after a careless worker takes a smoke break on the wrong side of the aforementioned warehouse. Keep your mouth closed. Delicious, no? If your response is negative, there's no place for you in America. Or Cuba. Or Scotland, I suppose. This beautiful little firecracker in a bottle is the perfect representative for Islay, both physically (I'm a sucker for a pretty bottle) and taste-budily. And yes, I'm aware that is not a word. There was just a massacre in my mouth, I have other things on my mind. edit: after a few years of whisky tasting this falls down a notch into the average category. it's certainly not bad, but once i got a feel of what else is out there, it puts this into perspective. That, plus the price has risen from $45 to $100 so...