Igor scored this whisky 89 points 
This whisky talks to you, you know. When I indulge myself with Ardbeg, I like to settle back to listen to the precious words of wisdom, which well might belong to a genuine Ileach, I guess.
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What I'm smelling is a small part of Islay, captivating, bottled essence of the island, so to speak. Profound genuine peatiness, buttery/lumpy clay? succulence, heaps of peat, creamy grey smoke, India rubber hint, bitumen, iodine (brown algae), olive oil. Bracing humid air, as if witnessing common drizzling rain on the sandy shore, apply warmed creamy malt to it, sultana grapes, vanilla pods. And, by the way, the more you nose it, the sweeter it appears to be.
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Fullness, consistence is quite fatty really, a sizzling alcohol, soda?/sherbet, crystallised ginger, herbal decoction on the far end. Mid-palate has been taken up by an opaque thick peat reek, maybe a touch of TCP?, sour lime, orange/tangerine astringency.
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Bitter citric outbreak, dusty/sooty, diesel fuel?, orange- and lemon peels/zest, salt/brine?, shellfish, salted pistachios/peanuts.
