Here’s the deal: I’m a bourbon drinker who sometimes dabbles in the scotch world; I ordered a neat pour of Talisker 10 after a large glass of glenlevit 18- my mind was relaxed and open, this same kind of relaxation has lead me to to flipping over cars and jumping off of apartment roof tops into pools back in collage... . Needless to say my tolerance for ... anything... was heightened. I didn’t finish the glass- my mind kept telling me “alert alert, fire fire” , and I could feel my eyes yearning for an allergic reaction to the Smokey vapor hovering above my glass- this level of smoke doesn’t sit well for me. To me It tastes as if someone accidentally dumped an entire vile of artificial smoke flavoring in this bottle, didn’t tell anyone- and now the jokes on me. Maybe when I’m older and i’v exhausted many other interests in life I’ll come waltzing back to the campfire inhalation flavors that surrounds this bottle- but not now, and no time in the near future 👍🏼