Colour : Molten gold
Eye-watering smoke engulfed us – a beach smoke-house or barbeque (embers, charcoal, sausages, smoky bacon), tarry ropes and Germolene; sweetness hid behind the smoke – toffee, sugar-coated fennel seeds. The palate had huge, pulsating, face-twisting intensity – ‘I'm on fire!' exclaimed one panellist. Hot volcanic ash, over-roasted chestnuts, charred mackerel skin, asphalt and hints of compost were all tangled in bandages (‘kissing a mummy' as someone put it). The reduced nose – grilled fish in a plastic ashtray and vanilla ice-cream in a car tyre. To taste – licking an apothecary's mixing bowl or a meerschaum pipe. NOT the smokiest whisky style from Laddie-land – incredibly.