| Nose/Palate: |
You are
plunged into the wild Atlantic, swim ashore, wade through the seaweed onto
the peat moor, walk for miles in the driving rain, arrive at a croft with a
pear fire burning where you are offered a bowl of hot porridge, topped with
syrup and wild berries, followed by a generous dram of this magnificent
spirit. An out-of-body experience. |