Buttered cinnamon toast that was cooked a bit too long. Spiced pipe tobacco, too. Smells how I’d want to, ya feel? Also, had to abandon ship a little early BC my ex-girlfriend walked into the bar I was in the night I’m proposing? I don’t really taste the proof...except maybe a slight burn on the finish. It’s surprisingly not-complex. But, enjoyable. Kinda snickerdoodle-y. Look, I had a thought of what this would taste like, and it didn’t super do that. Always kind of afraid the bartender didn’t give me what I asked for when I didn’t see the pour???