From the first pour, this whisky commands attention without ever raising its voice. The colour is deep amber, rich as varnished mahogany. On the nose: elegance in layers. Sherry-soaked sultanas, burnt orange peel, cinnamon bark, and a polished note of fine oak. The aroma doesn’t shout complexity — it unfurls it, like a silk ribbon sliding from a corset.

Sip and it opens with poise. There’s fig and date at the core, enveloped in honeyed malt and waves of vanilla cream. The casks speak in harmony — American oak offering that soft sweetness, European oak layering in grip and depth. Mid-palate, it shifts subtly, with nutmeg, dark chocolate, and a glimmer of tobacco leaf hinting at deeper, older things.

The finish is long, refined, and contemplative. Dried fruit, a dusting of baking spice, and just enough oak to leave a lasting impression. This is not a dram for the impatient. It’s a whisky with manners, memory, and a razor-sharp narrative arc. Perfectly tailored, with secrets stitched beneath the seams.