Nose: What can I add that other's haven't, it's like walking into a walrus' leather and wood stain shop under the docks. Taste: Salt, smoke, peat, meat, iodine, all things dark but lovely. Feel: You are instantly transported to a time when hands not machines made things. Where walking into a store would mean smelling the craft. Wood, leather, the sea. This is what Laphroaig captures, a smell, taste, and time, forgotten. L10 is a right of passage, a coming of age for whisky drinkers. Like a doppio espresso, it's something you hand to someone who is ready for it or someone you want to teach a lesson to. It's the "you think you like smokey whisky eh?" Its Fame is well earned and while you do not have to like you do have to try it.