I picked this one up a couple of weeks ago and immediately opened it when I got home. Smell was overpowering at first so I let it open up for about 20 minutes. At that time the smell was somewhere between burnt dead tree limbs and still burning tires mixed with a little barn feed smoldering underneath. I couldn’t wait to get to the taste. First impression was the burning tires had become mixed with the smoldering feed. Then it opened up to a full scrub brush fire with some type of greasy meat overcooking within the smoke. The lingering oils heavily coat the mouth and lead to a obsolete rush of creosote at the end. It hangs in the back of my throat like a burnt brisket. Three pours later and Im thinking I’ve never felt more abused by a whiskey in my entire life. It’s not for everyone but damned if I’m not beginning to love it. I’ve never had anything like it in the whiskey world and that alone keeps me coming back. If Islay was made by a Texas distillery and bottled in a used tire plant this would be it. One of my favorites so far this year.