The light hay color lets you know this is all-natural juice. Really crisp and bracing on the nose, showing Band-Aid, iodine, and acetone with the deftest touch of macaroni. Oily smoke and seawater — like a leaking tanker — really kick in on the full-bodied palate. The pleasant, powerful burn on the tongue would’ve made me think this is higher than 46% ABV, in a good way. The finish really sails on, and it too is refreshing. Fabulous all around, and so clean and cleansing. For me, the Ardbeg 10 fits nicely together with the Laphroaig 10 and the Lagavulin 16 in a triumvirate of readily-available peat-forward Islay staples. But I think I give a slight nod to the Ardbeg because of its gobsmacking value (47 USD), impeccable balance, and intense purity.