When the bottle is first opened, the nose is campfire and fusil, but becomes more medicinal once oxidized in the bottle. On the palate: smoky lemon, pear and lime, tangy, sweet and savory, mouth-watering burnt rubber with cheese and slight licorice. The savory note carries through to the finish, where the smoke becomes ash and creates pulsating waves of salinity, finally giving way to spicy black pepper on the tip of the tongue; a crescendo of new flavors while the original fruit continues to play on in the background. After the finish, if such a thing has any meaning, the mind is fooled into witnessing a spectre of menthol kiss the back of the tongue after the orgy subsides. Just when you begin to wonder if this particular note was only an illusion, a faint coolness suddenly manifests itself in your breath, like balm on a smoldering inferno, forcing you question what even is real anymore.