Peated
The nose gave us a hessian sack full of cloves, Werther’s Original caramel candies and sherry spilled on wood; finding tobacco leaf and tinned spinach we started singing ‘Popeye the sailor man’. The palate was ‘break time’ with black coffee, cinnamon buns, jam tarts and bourbon biscuits; then a dry finish of chewing wood, menthol and balsamic – powerful stuff.