Stick with me here: You get up in the morning to go to work on a Monday morning. It’s early, and you’re groggy. You get ready and go to your car. You stick the key in the ignition and the radio was left on a random station at full volume. You have no idea what song is playing and it’s entirely too loud. That is the feeling I get when I drink this. Pickle juice and pine dominate the nose and early palate. Mint and hot white pepper hits you quickly over the head. The sweetness and vanilla seem chemical and fake. A tinge of alcohol and pepper is all you’re left with on the short mineral tart finish. You instinctively reach down and slap the radio off as fast as you can. Everything is better now, but you’re in a slightly worse mood. Same for this dram. Maybe I just don’t have my rye senses yet, but wow this is hot and unharmonious. No thank you.