The smell is initially in the groove of tradition, with fleshy and marine peat not particularly pungent, which tends to fade over time leaving room for light spicy tones (cloves, pinch of pepper), orange, vanilla, lemon peel and a herbaceous touch. In the end, the smell is fresher than the usual seafaring brutality, softened even. And the palate continues on similar connotations, with the alcohol that warms without burning and that, together with the oily and marine component, brings in the mouth the same sweetness of the olfactory aromas, if possible even softer and more creamy, from vanilla cream, ripe yellow fruit, apple, orange. More spices with cloves and chilli pepper, with an adding of olive pâté. The peat is there, don't worry, mineral, smoked and fishy, but it is not the protagonist. Medium long finish, of spices, salt, orange (a lot), charcoal. Unusually quiet and drinkable, an Ardbeg almost for white souls that moves away from the comfort zone of the fans without really abandoning them, a half way that lacks personality and decision despite being a pleasant drink. The price at which it is found, it must be said, is totally off-centre and purely inflated by the market.