Silica packets hovering equidistant between the tongue and the roof of the mouth, then descending into the lower cheeks, yielding faint hints of Marlon Brando’s Don Corleone dental plumpers; hickory chips soaked in turpentine, then acetone infused with Madagascar vanilla beans and retired cloth diapers. Clear, clean burning aftertaste, reminiscent of the sting in the lungs on a snowy January night spent dragging a dead body deep into the woods.
–On the scale of Peter Sellers characters in Dr. Strangelove—
The Dalwhinnie 15 is President Merkin Muffley–not the title role, but surprisingly good. It’ll steal a scene here and there.