Old worn leather nose. Reminds me of chewing the laces of my baseball glove as a kid (minus the salt). I held the juice forward in my mouth hitting the front part of my tongue, adding a little oxygen (my wife hates it when I do this, she calls it slurping) helps open up the rich tobacco and orange flavor. There is almost no heat until the finish. Which grabs the sides of your tongue and back of your throat. I love this whiskey. Reminds me of being dirty and playing baseball all day.