The smoke is much ashier and looks almost young, behind it comes a balsamic note that is very attractive for me, followed by a fat cream. Tree sap, briefly a little sootier than ashy, then lemon drops. Green branches smoldering in the mouth, seaweed, balsam rather little, but lemon drops and linden honey. In the finish, cigarette ash, tree sap and extinguished campfire. Tang, a little vanilla, soot from the candles. Small recapitulation of balm and fat cream.
I would like to tell you that I joined the Laphroaig fire dance * because of the fresh citrus note, but mainly it was Bessie Williamson, who was later discovered on a bottling of the same age from Signatory stocks: rolleyes:
The other day I had older Port Charlottes in the glass, they had more balm, soot, pomade, and oomph. And less cigarette ash in the finish. In the case of the "competition" in the B., an objective assessment is of course almost impossible, my attempt: 90 points from the hip, but nothing more. After all, I didn't buy a bottle from him.
* To avoid vulgar internet slang.