So many imperfections that make it irresistible.
A peat so dirty that it is enjoyable.
Dark chocolate, camphor, hay peat.
A little stable air.
Leather, shoe polish, molasses. Engine oil.
A little lemon, lime. Melon, rhubarb.
Burnt wood, light match, well cooked caramel. Wood wax.
Vanilla custard, crème brûlée.
Licorice, pepper, cloves. Camphor and light medicinal. Bandage. Tiger balm. Dust.
It is superbly complex. The fruit is clearly set back at the beginning but emerges with aeration, just like the camphor.
In the mouth it is superbly sweet for 56.9%.
We still have that dirty side, but more on the old workbench, the old books. Oil, engine, dust, metal tools.
Always lime, and quince, orange, zest.
Camphor, leather, undergrowth.
Dark chocolate, cinnamon.
The peat is there, oily, in the background.
Superb finish on cocoa, citrus, oily peat, old age. Always these old books, this oil.
Clove, licorice, toasted almond.
Old workbench, dust, smoke, burnt caramel.