I knew there was a BN in the five blind gifts from Whisky Mike. I immediately knew that this was it, just by the smell; I get good at recognizing Ben Nevis again. The eggy vanilla scent that lastly gives a small wet step with lubricating oil can be recognized from thousands, so my performance is not that special.
Friendly, sweet, sweet class, this. Dried fruit, apricot in particular, and endless vanilla varieties put a big smile on my often cranky head. Spring, sweet sun, soft plump farm daughters with apple-red cheeks in the haystack while in the background the sawmill nurses pine trees, resin is in the air. That is indeed an achievement for a glass of whisky - lifelike hallucinations, while I am not even, really, drunk.