口の中で砕け散る大西洋の波 Atlantic waves crashing in the mouth

燃えた枝、水彩画、塩を振ってグリルしたエビ、海を感じる。バーベキューのポーク。 Watercolour paints in a coal cellar, perfumed smoke, burnt sticks, crumbling sandstone, wintergreen and pak choi: we found these on the nose. In reduction, woolly blankets - a warming dram either way! Maritime notes immersed the unreduced palate; the Whisky-bard visualised Atlantic waves washing over his tongue, leaving shrimps, crab and seaweed behind. Others found prawns grilled on salt and burning lavender; a panellist from Poland identified smoked pork loin in a salt mine. The reduced palate had candy-floss and toffee against a back-drop of smoke, coal tar and sea salt. `Magnificent!` said the Geordie-blender. The distillery graces Islay's main town.