This isn’t just whisky—it’s whisky that’s been to finishing school, speaks three languages, and probably owns a tuxedo tailored in Tokyo.
On the nose, you get toffee and blossoms—graceful, refined—then a cheeky grapefruit barges in like it missed the etiquette class but was too charming to turn away. The palate follows suit: honeyed sweetness, vanilla cream, apricot, and chocolate orange, all balanced with a polite nod of allspice. It’s complex, but not in the “I read Nietzsche at brunch” kind of way—more like “I can tell a great story without raising my voice.”
The finish? Long, smooth, and quietly confident. The kind that doesn’t slam doors, but leaves you wondering when it will grace you with its presence again.
In short: a distinguished dram with just enough mischief to keep it interesting. If James Bond ever quit martinis, he’d be drinking this.
