After thin legs have fought their way back into the bright golden glass base from the sharply jagged Kannte on the glass wall, gooseberries, peaches and pineapples drift over the rim of the glass, but most clearly light grapes and rhubarb compote with strong sweetened whipped cream. Creamy meadow honey, cookie dough and vanilla ice cream, a hazelnut multi-fruit granola bar and an aniseed lemon candy continue the strong sweetness. I like that, especially when the already dominant sweetness is gradually complemented by the oily-waxy Brennereicharakter suit: meadow grass, carrot pencils, chalk, suede, a few chips of rotten wood on the garden fence and some apple cider vinegar on the rusty hinges somehow leave nut oil and nail polish remover meet.
Initially oily-waxy-sweet with pineapple, rhubarb, sugarcane and forest honey on the palate, this impression quickly turns into a rather sweet-sour, dry, grassy-strawy taste, such as nutshells and black tea, or as if you had at the Bunch of grapes in the mouth suddenly bitten on the seeds. The cask strength is noticeable with sharpness and pepper, slightly scorched sawdust, vinegar and lime.
This impression burns for a while, not quite ripe pineapple, green banana, anise, fruit vinegar and grassy notes alternate with nutty forest honey, pencil sharpener and finally even a slightly charred pork rind and some wood glue.
With water, the nose loses something of the very fresh and spicy aromas, but the biscuit and grapes are all the more emphasized. The greatest effect, however, is the water during the tasting: less bitter or sour, the sweet tones remain predominantly, only later, wax, suede and lime, until at first a more balanced impression remains: more grapes - fewer seeds, one could summarize ,