The dark color predicts a lot of good. Putting your nose in the glass leads to an ominous phenomenon, as you see dark clouds on the horizon, full of threats but above all fascinating. I drink this after a Highland loafer that is a bit bland but not bad. This one is NOT BLUE, the nose yells at my olphactorius nerve, the first of the twelve cranial nerves. I can give a whole lecture about that, about that cranial nerve, which can arouse your fight-or-flight drive through rotten smell without the intervention of a meddling spine pumping directly into your brain.
Anyway, Gledronach. Thunderous sherry bomb, bone dry, long finish, with an ABV of less than 52% already the somewhat viscous sticky molasses on your tongue. Licorice, chocolate, currants. Especially the fragrance is great, it continues to overwhelm. No flight response with this; there appears to be a pattern in the 20+ YO Glendronachs; they are sublime.