Light, blond color in the glass. Licorice and pine on the nose. First sip is certainly pleated and gives a non-trivial burn, but it leads into a cloying, playful dance of currant seed, eucalyptus oil, and a whiff of Kingsford charcoal briquettes. Four seconds later, traces of matchstick. Not like those cheap matchsticks that Grampa used to light his cigars, but those big long ones that are used to light campfires. You know, CLASSY matchsticks. I recommend tasting this one after a meal of spaghetti carbonara made with venison meatballs and noodles al dente with a side salad of lettuce and fresh tomato with a light vinaigrette. The moon must be in its waxing crescent phase.