Nose

Flinty, with a bold, wet, moist peat note alongside. This feels like your nose could easily get swamped and dragged under. Given time, more mossy, wet straw makes me think of very wet 'stay in door days' on Islay.

Palate

Masses of big fat, ringing wet black peat smoke. Forget tasting anything after this - it is unforgiving and very bullish.

Finish

You've guessed it, lingering smoke and wet leaves fight tooth and claw for attention with ash and spent embers.

Comment

You'll be in seventh heaven if a deep bog floats your boat.