Ready for takeoff? Distilled after the Second World War and bottled not long after my birth. I know we do not drink the label, but still, it's hard to remain indifferent. The nose is almost instantaneous: wax, old leather, feminine scent. Rather creamy. I double check the label. Is it a Talisker? Melted Esters, which does not mean much, but I understand myself. Well I'll try to explain: like a Littlemill cut at Hellyers Road. Slightly saline? After this fruit festival, we have more "earthy" notes, like toffee, oak. And smoke, will you say to me? Well, here she is, discreet, sitting in the last row. The spices rise, and the fruits settle, the overall volume of aromas gradually descending. In the mouth, the reduction is VERY sensitive. The first sip is very disappointing from this point of view. It's quite watery, like a blend. On the other hand, it remains very fruity. The past shock, the following sips are more interesting. The fruit, little sweet, is adorned with spices. Ah! That's something more Talisker. Very light and melted. The finish is not very powerful, but the aftertaste is persistent, fruity, with oak and a little dryness, probably due to the smoke that I hardly perceive any more. This nose is certainly one of the most beautiful I have had. But, if I had blindly assessed my mouth, I would have been more critical. I had a very pleasant time, to hide nothing. I have the impression of having drunk a piece of history.