Twenty-five years in Orkney oak breathes life into this saga of smoke, honey, and wisdom. It pours bronze, slow and serious. The nose is refined yet muscular: heather honey, dried fruit, leather-bound books, and a distant peat fire. There’s fig, roasted nuts, and a hint of smoke that’s more memory than presence.

Sip and it reveals layer upon layer: waxy orange peel, malt loaf, sweet peat, sea spray. It’s not about power — it’s about control. Cinnamon, old leather, dried apricot, and a cedar spice that reminds you of great age and great poise.

Mid-palate brings harmony: salted caramel, dark chocolate, and soft smoke rolling in like Norse fog. Every element is tuned — nothing dominates.

The finish is elegant, long, and dignified. A whisper of smoke, honey, and oak tannin. This is a whisky that speaks in poetry, not prose.