What a beauty.
On the nose, I’m transported to the moment where I was gifted my watch, the watchband young and leathery. The soft leather is immediately followed by bright cedar and a whiff of pine; a cool and foggy coastal drive in the far north of California towards the Pacific Northwest, where eucalyptus trees end and the pine trees of Oregon begin. On the palate, the depth is immediate: warm spice and an open jar of jam left on a summery windowsill. The finish keeps the spice but encores with half-day-old plucked spearmint. Surprisingly harmonious, this whisky leaves you torn between enjoying it to accompany a soak in the bath or alongside warm pecan pie. Perhaps both.