The Single Cask Nation Laphroaig 6

Tasting notes:
On the nose, this is classic Laphroaig minus the seaweed.  It’s like an exceedingly bright and almost angry Gibson guitar note strummed on newly-strung strings.  But it’s even brighter and livelier than that.  More like an international gem thief, recently released, single-handedly pulling off one of the most expensive gem heists in history.  It’s that lively.  Imagine the smell of a burning peat log coated in lemon slices and dill.  The smoke wafts up to redden and sting the eyes.
     Wow, the mouth has a small mound of lemon zest employed as a musk ox driver.   Or that’s what Bill thought, but we had a hard time coming to grips with the image.  “Okay, it’s lemon zest formed into a whip!” he cries out in exasperation.  That log of peat on the nose has now gone in for some slicing on a mortadella meat slicer powered by the foot pedals of a potter’s wheel.  Smoked salt from the Caucasus given to a very petulant alpaca for use as a salt lick.  This mouth moves likes a Beethoven sonata with glissando and legato.  [Stephen: “Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto.”]  [John: “Uh, Stephen…thanks for the contribution?”]  Pineapple sage on a boiled ham.
     I’m really reluctant to open this fine dram up with some water, but Dame Science and her handmaidens, Knowledge and Truth, are kinda scowling at me with their arms crossed.  Here we go.  Okay, it’s really more of the same, just domesticated a bit.  We still get the peat log but perhaps now it’s encrusted with lemon grass and kaffir lime leaves.  Wait, now there’s some curried pomegranate and a root vegetable chutney.  The finish reverberates like a D chord on that Gibson guitar and you’re holding the base of the guitar and sort of shaking it for some vibrato.  No distortion, no effects pedals, just a long, hot electric thrill ride.  

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