Maybe not a whiskey that can be written about a novel, but he does not bathe his nose and all together wonderfully blinded. 88P
Acts younger than the Glen Elgin, more prickly, lighter, and less peaty. With more air he calms down significantly, mustard, curry, matches, the sweetest cough syrup ever, if only I knew what brand that was, Ricola. Vegetable broth. Ripe raspberries, apple peels, woody pears.
But no scratching brush, furniture polish, again cough syrup, again vegetable broth, especially celery, spirit-sulfur. A little scented peat smoke. Rather Torfruß. It is not exactly oily, that is not a defect, nothing is thin.
Medium. Yeast, here relatively strong smoky, less dry-bitter.