Peaty bacon spreads clearly even from a distance, by bringing the nose closer the aromas are enriched with burnt tires, dirt, a tonic medicinal note embraced by the ocean (disinfectant type diluted in sea water, excellent for fumigations). On the background, cloves, pear, cereals. It is a rough nose, in some ways not very balanced, where peat tends to prevail leaving little room for evolution, but for those who love the genre it is inviting in its own way. In the mouth, alcohol stings perhaps more than it should, but in some way it accords with the abrupt character of the whisky. Obviously peat, with a clear herbaceous and earthy profile while maintaining its fleshy soul, like a bacon wrapped in tufts of grass and breaded with dirt, very "dirty" and agricultural. Strands of smoke are added (the breaded bacon has been roasted), scorched biscuits, vanilla cream, pear and cloves, medicinal notes ended up on the background. A mix of youth and farmer's soul, if he could speak the first word would certainly be a very colorful curse. Quite long finish, of ash, grass, bacon and cereals.