Here is my favorite scene about metaphors. Let's not forget that tasting notes are precisely this: metaphors (and similes). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SMs8iC7khw Il Postino was filmed when Massimo was very ill with a heart ailment. (In fact, he died shortly after the film was released.) Because of this fact-- his pain, which can be seen and felt--the film has extra gravitas. This scene (see link) is just splendid, "must see" watching for all whisky reviewers who employ metaphors within every review they type (in the form of "notes").
Gone are the days in which the masses pondered meaningful poetry, and treasured phrases, lines, and whole poems, committing them to memory. People were once better for it, and those of today are worse for filling their self-congratulatory brains with media, film, and music industry propaganda while laboring under the false impression that they are becoming wiser.
Nose: wet cement (not a dunnage dirt floor), flint, Asian fruit compote with persimmons and Asian pear, some citrus notes that vacillate between blood orange and lemon, calcium, limestone, a slight industrial note (soft paraffin) that reminds me of Local Barley 16, a surprising lowland note with dry hay and grasses, antique car seat leather that has been freshly restored with conditioner, kind of a vintage Clynelish note that reminds me of the old days of waxy apples and wet sand. A scent like spider's silk can be detected faintly, or rather long-deserted cobwebs. Oak esters pervade the above notes, but they are not overpowering in the least.
Palate: Here comes the calcium again, along with wet sand, refined power of the distillate, more citrus that echoes the nose, Mr. Bubble (from the 1970's, a different recipe then that was more mineral-like and less synthesized), rosemary, thyme, cracked pepper, Cuban cigar wrapper, negative ozone (like after a lightning strike), Crosshill Loch algae, sweet battered plantain fried in almond oil, and finally the oak bringing all of these disparate notes together into a potpourri of flavors on the tongue.
Finish: It is medium long, as the oak tannins gain the fore. This helps us not to forget that the word "tannin" comes from Old German "tanna" meaning "oak tree." Ah, and here's that blessed Cuban cigar wrapper again, along with the omnipresent calcium note that seems vaguely oceanic. I'm reminded of the eastern Oregon desert where I have dug many times for fossils in prehistoric seabeds and limestone cliffs. There is a note of Himalayan pink rock salt, and post thundershower ozone again.
If you can lay your hands upon this bottle, then do. All of them have been sold now, of course, but . . . if some desperately foolish person puts one up for sale at auction, then carpe diem, my friend, if you possess not this gematria of alchemical magick: carpe diem longam tristitiam. Not all gems can be worn on the outside, for some are donned on the inside, such as this IAAS.