I’ve a soft spot for Grand Old Parr after spending some quality one on one time with a bottle when I lived in a beach hut in Mexico in 2014.
N: Perhaps it’s my un-coded blind-spots [WLP] that prevent me from smelling anything at all. Perhaps it is also the bottle. Eventually, I start to pick up slightly toasted nutty almond pastries. The Foz picks up tinned apricots.
T: Similar to the sweet Antiquary with slightly less fizz.
F: Becomes more caramel-y.
C: This just about scrapes into the 80s score bracket but there should be better examples. Even some contemporary 12yos are worth a punt if you find yourself in South America on a budget, especially if you can find an earlier version collecting dust in a corner shop.