Nose: tobacco, cloves, ash, floral, rubber - like hugging grandma after she snuck a heater and put on perfume to hide it from grandpa Taste: it’s called campfire for a reason - that’s definitely how the smoke comes through and it’s different from peaty scotch, there’s also rye spice and sweetness. This is one that seems to change with every pour. Not quite as sweet as some previous pours from this bottle, which overall has been less sweet than pours I had at a bar. Finish: the campfire smoke doesn’t quit, the rye goes in the dill pickle direction After reading reviews: not picking up the fruits (blueberry, Flaviar, really?) but the smoke and rye notes are consistent