Golden yellow (thanks coloring!), rather thick in the glass. The nose is immediately invaded by the peat, beautifully fleshy, with an intense and almost chewable smoke. Leather, burnt wood and ocean waves, very salty and spicy. Pepper, like any self-respecting Talisker. To insist patiently, there is also a hint of vanilla, all without ever being disturbed by alcohol. In the mouth the 57 degrees are felt with a nice initial pinch, the peat becomes sweeter and less fleshy, but always smoked, and leaves room for the ocean bomb, almost to hear the waves crashing on the rocks (what the Storm, in short, didn't know how to do). And when you dry the splashes of the sea from your face, orange, cinnamon, vanilla and much, much pepper with nutmeg arrive. The feeling is that of a bonfire on the rocks, without however the effort of preserving the fire from the fury of the water: the aromas chase and mix, with the push of alcohol and spices that holds everything together. The finish is long, with dull embers, salty and spicy, with caramelized orange on the fire (when you make a bonfire, don't you caramel some orange?)