This one has aged admirably, managing to layer a (near) entirely sweet set of components into an experience that isn't oversweet.
It's one of those whiskies where I really appreciate the cask strength, as the ambient and punctuating spice is the perfect foil, stealing occasional focus away from the otherwise very dessert like palate.
Apart from all that vanilla, the years in the barrel have left a seam of oak that adds just bit more depth and I reckon that's where the citrus is coming from too. Again, both very nicely diffusing the sweetness.
The mouthfeel is rich and textured.
The tail is lengthy.
I guess there could theoretically have been more happening in that last section but it was still all a joy to imbibe.
Vanilla ice cream cola float with a fine grating of milk chocolate. Ever so slightly sharp oak, floral apple blossom and orange oil ghosts.
Velvety poached pears in some kind of potent ginger syrup, served alongside vanilla-sponge lady fingers, dusted in confectionary sugar and a little lemon zest. Improbably, this is delivered in an unvarnished wooden bowl.
Ripe white nectarine, white chocolate, white pepper, bird's eye chillies. Long like a Kevin Costner movie.