Laphroaig's medicinal peat roars, which is a pleasure to the nose! Mineral and fleshy, with buckets of ocean and disinfectant, which is needed while you roll in this "dirty" whisky, also thanks to the earthiness given by Ledaig. But in this large bonfire, not all peat is the one that burns, as pineapples, candied orange, cloves and brulee creams appear distinctly to complete an oily and full picture. Spectacular, for those who love the genre ça va sans dire. On the palate the peat becomes more docile while remaining the owner of the field, allowing the other aromas to run around on the lawn with mineral and ashy hints: candied fruit, butter, a touch of licorice, malt biscuit. Light wood in the background. Less dirty than the sense of smell, and perhaps it losts a bit, but always satisfactory. Long and persistent finish, mineral, of licorice, biscuit, nutmeg and candied fruit, mixed with burnt cigars.