The nose was a volcanic eruption of sweet heat like raspberry jam gurgling and bubbling on the stove
A slick of milk chocolate melting in its wrapper and a scrunch of fresh mint
Pine nuts on baked apple pie
Colour: Sunshine through a glass of cider
The taste neat brought us back to reality (in a good way)
Cask No. 112.64 India The nose was a volcanicCask No. 112. 64 Warm as home baking, sunny as Provence Highland, Southern Enticing aromas of well fired rolls, bubblegum, spiced plums, barley sugars, polished wood and Armagnac, this seemed like some Sunday morning, long ago. The palate had treacle tart, maple syrup, raisins, jellied fruits, blackcurrant and black grapes, with tobacco, oak and stem ginger on the finish beautifully rounded and pleasing. The reduced nose, with vanilla sugar, toffee,