The first thing one notices in this hot water bottle-shaped bottle is the large mahogany-topped cork. (Note to self: Retain cork; serviceable as a binky for a reflux-addled infant.) A satisfying pop draws out wisps of honeysuckle and some other flower, perhaps ox-eye daisy capers in a marinade. There is a gentle bite from the alcohol but little of the charcoally tang in most bourbons. But what really excites is the long, lovely woody finish, like a Lionel Hampton solo in your mouth, mallets hammering the keys of a marimba pushed into a hotel bathroom, creating so many notes on top of notes that one staggers back with the slightly concussed feeling one has after an endo.