This dram starts with no label, no lineage flaunted. Just the whisky, stripped back. And yet, there’s charm in its casual defiance — like a young rebel with old soul records on repeat. In the glass, it's copper-gold, youthful and bright. The nose is surprisingly confident: baked apples with brown sugar, custard creams, warm cinnamon buns, and just a wisp of toasted barley — approachable, but not forgettable.

On the palate, it opens sweet and smooth — vanilla fudge and orchard fruit, followed by a rise of malt biscuit and hints of Sherry-soaked sultanas. The richness builds without ever overwhelming, like a crescendo in a good indie film soundtrack. It doesn’t try to be older than it is, but it also doesn't play dumb — there’s a gentle thread of spice and oak underneath that keeps it grounded.

The finish? Medium, warm, and softly persistent. A memory of nutmeg, dried apple, and gentle woodsmoke. It’s a dram that doesn’t pretend to be noble lineage or age-old heritage. It’s about simplicity done well — no flashy tricks, just honest flavour and a good story told with heart.