The raptors chased you into a field of agave. It's hot out, you can still taste your leather belt from making a tourniquet for your arm, and you landed into a bucket of gourmet vanilla ice cream that some poor schmoe tried to leave with from the visitor center. Yep, a good amount of heat all over the tongue. Some fruity agave mixed with some leather and vanilla. Finish doesn't last long. Just take a big pull off this bottle, stand up, and go alpha on those damn raptors.