Nose: While I warm up the malt, which is still a bit cool, in my hand, I keep taking a nose out of the glass: It seems like a little fight. The comparatively young whisky, who was still comparatively young at ten, tried to put the Pedro Ximénez barrel in his place, but had little chance. First, a pleasant campfire smoke pours into your nose, followed by an incredibly "sticky" sweetness. The campfire smoke now almost completely disappears under this sweetness. Below are light oak and delicate menthol notes. The alcohol is otherwise barely noticeable and could be even higher for the enormous sweetness. Notes of dried plums come up with imagination - by the way, my nose remains one-dimensional, sticky-sweet (reminds me of these chocolate cakes).
Palate: Like syrup and with a sweetness of molasses, the malt pours onto the tongue and lastingly covers the entire mouth. As in the nose, the sweetness surpasses the smoke. However, with a little more time, he can still show that it is a Lagavulin. Sticky gingerbread are added.
Approach: medium-long, sweet, the smoke evaporates very quickly.
Very one-dimensional malt that a refill Pedro Ximénez barrel would have given more.