In fact, already in the nose clear traces of salt, I had not expected so. In addition, clear sherry notes, caramel and some sweet honey.
The longer one deals with the malt, the more "normal" he appears. The sherry pushes forward, a pleasant, sweet-fruity potpourri determines the nose. So far a surprisingly pleasant Bruichladdich.
It takes a while, but then the finish in the herring barrel inevitably strikes. Phew, now it is actually exhausting. Incredibly salty and slightly bitter, the facial muscles dance tango. For a moment, the sweetness of the nose is briefly perceptible, then only salty, bitter and slightly musty.
I already had a lot in the glass by now, but that is really a novelty.
Here, the experience continues like a red thread. Bitter, salty, somehow spoiled. Like chewing on rotten wood that was previously salted.