The nose had fabulous depth and age – a table was laid, bearing sweet, cakey delicacies – Borders chocolate gingers, black forest gateau, sticky toffee pudding, Madeira sponge, marrons glacés and chocolate Brazils; also on the table – roses in a vase. Water brought a hint of tobacco – after feast cigars perhaps. The delicious palate left us in raptures – lip-smacking, thigh-smacking, shaking our heads in disbelief – rose-bud tea, rolling tobacco, date and walnut slice with cinnamon flavoured latte – “like an Austrian coffee house” someone said. The reduced palate was just more refined, more elegant and more seductive. The distillery name means ‘green meadow’.