Peated
On the nose, the oak barged in like a ringmaster, cracking their whip and introducing a troop of fruity acrobats, jugglers juggling loaves of bread and a couple of clowns called Olive Oil and Serrano. On the palate, the sweetness dominated anything else – we experienced deep, dark syrupy pleasures, including manuka honey, dried figs, preserved cherries and madeira molasses cake.