The sherry barrel has left distinct reds, the malt shimmers reddish brown and shiny. Light oily threads run down the glass as I briefly swirl the malt. Let's see what's in the nose: at the first moment I have some alcohol, so I have to go there again a round gentler. Right now I can smell figs that simmer in a pan in red wine, the red wine is reduced, the figs are darkened with dark liquid chocolate and then served with vanilla (ice cream). On the left, unfortunately, I still only perceive alcohol. I have a lot of sweetness, a little bit of the Akkohol on - but that is the young wild. Not adjusted, rather striking. The fig is more likely to be red plum. Then there is some peppery, almost tender chillinote. (hot plum could also be spotted
try, sour cherry with chili tastes awesome). Then and then a little Schoki, but it is not that dark. AUch here, as with the young and very controversial Arran, I have something leathery again. Not unpleasant. And something, what
reminds me of the phrase of Turkish coffee. What should I say, I like him a lot. Even if it does not last forever and is not super deep, still a treat.