Nose

Rubber tyres stuffed with marshmallows, TCP and citrus fruit creates a soft yet super peaty number. Reinforced with hints of white chocolate, struck matches, violin rosin.

Palate

Stand down tastebuds… a peat explosion is in our midst! Medicinal notes power through with wisps of sea spray, coal smoke and lime zest in the background.

Finish

A full on peat bomb with sharp pangs of sea salt in the midst.

Comment

Well we are taking no prisoners here! This means there’s little wiggle room past the peat though.