Thirty years carved into every drop. Deep gold, near bronze. The nose is majestic — sandalwood, antique sherry, toffee apple, charred pine, and orange blossom honey. A ghost of peat drifts through — reverent, not brash.

On the palate: raisin, treacle, polished oak, candied ginger. The mouthfeel is thick, luscious — like honey stirred through molasses. There’s incense, rose petal, spice box, and the soft hum of cask-strength memory.

Mid-palate, it dances: roasted hazelnut, baked apple, subtle iodine, soft smoke. The texture is nearly spiritual — every sip a sermon.

Finish: enduring, graceful, complete. A whisky that doesn’t ask for praise — it assumes it.