The spirit is satin smooth, gliding over the palate like no gin you have ever tried before. A totally seductive experience.

The aromas explode like an olfactory Aurora Borealis, filling the senses with meteorites of smell sensations as they explode from the glass. Sweet delicate menthol, apple mint, spring woodlands, juniper, coriander with aniseed undertones, lemon, and orange peel, a bouquet of summer flowers on the Machir, honey from thistle, coconut from gorse, wild mint, and summer meadows. It’s a magical melody of Islay’s natural bounty from the Atlantic washed beaches to the summit of heather covered hills. Inhale and you’re there on the queen of the Hebrides!

The taste is rich and mellow; cool on entry; then as it reaches the back palate you can feel the warmth and absolute purity of slow unhurried distillation. This is a bewitching, delectable, and luxurious gin; its citrus freshness excites and stimulates the taste buds allowing you to experience a star-burst of flavors as they explode across the palate.

All this from a beaten up old pot still, operated by beaten up distillers on the coast of heaven.

Carefree. The electric buzz of illicit anticipation.