The nose on this whisky is a veritable whisky scatter plot. There’s a touch of caramel in a puddle of syrup. Then there’s a puff of smoke from the still-charring side of a marshmallow. Could this be because it is the first whisky I’ve tried that blends spirits from two hemispheres? I’m as eager to try this as a bad dog is to jump up on the couch.
The mouth finds me sitting in the back of a steamboat powered by bacon-wrapped bamboo culms cut down with piano wire. The smoke enshrouds me in a desire to drink this while barbecuing ribs on a moonless summer night. Notes of monk’s vestments (crimson) drying on a radiator round things out sacramentally.
The finish echoes like shoe taps in the Pentagon. I’d better look busy! Spicy, yes, but clearly in a bantamweight division. I could drink this not just after mowing the yard, but before and during.