Verdict: Utterly perplexing and yet undeniably appealing. I’m a fan and I couldn’t tell you why. I anticipate others not to be until proven otherwise. Generally thin with quick legs. A pale yellow hue gives the impression of a light, floral Highlands dram instead of the actual adventure awaiting. Strong, briny peat on the nose. Meaty. Graphite. Funky canned asparagus. Honey. Almost no ethanol. Could smell it for hours without really figuring out the notes my mind is racing to classify. Pleasantly jarring on the palate. Iodine and sweet. Chewy, honey-glazed smoked ham. Burnt sugar. Turkish cake soaked in sugar syrup. Licorice. Hints of charred oak. I feel like I’m grasping at a spinning Rolodex of flavors. Surprisingly, I’m unafraid of going back for another sip - rather, I’m antsy to do so. Confounding. Long but gentle warmth in the top of the throat on the finish. Bread. Iodine. Smoke.