Eaty nose, light glue, overripe honeydew melon, but also some overcooked vegetables and fatty milk chocolate. The alcohol comes through now and then, but does not bother. Over time, the melon becomes stronger and bitter alien joins in. What dipped Cantucci in Vin Santo.
In the mouth, the chocolate is present again, then subtle Fruchtpotpourri. The oak comes late but spreads over the whole tongue.
There it stays in the finish, far back on the tongue and continues on the palate. Slight notes of freshly cut roses spread and after some time dominate the whole mouth where they linger forever.
The malt is well matured, has no junk and convinces me through its complexity. The nose, mouth and finish all have their own characters, but they blend nicely. Nothing exciting, but nothing excited. A set whisky that can accompany an evening nicely but also draws attention every now and then. Like a good friend, with whom one can sit silently on the sofa and in the end still thinks one has again talked the whole evening.