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Nose: Belgian Candi sugar, overripe pineapples abandoned in the sun, and - olives! Wood varnish, and subtle whiffs of Play-Doh. Mouth: Old Industrial! Motor oil thinned with gasoline, and then (stronger and more specific now) preserved Kalamatas - the whole of which morphs into something like Raid Ant & Roach Killer and/or newspaper ink (à la Balcones Brimstone), ultimately lifted by a faint and pleasant swimming pool somewhere beyond the sweltering cane fields. Finish: As black as coal: tar, licorice, and (again) those neverending olives. One of the most challenging yet spectacular - in its own, fruited-petroleum way - whisky alternatives I’ve ever encountered.R
31st December 2014