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On nasal review I was immediately surprised at not being stung in the nose, rather after three takes I had to pause and reorient for some minutes and retake three takes again to understand what I was smelling; is this what the experts call 'peat'?
The harshness of the smell which does lie underneath is significantly subdued by what I suppose is a strong peaty odour, I know the whisky is hiding under there but this bog is keeping some secrets!
Taking a drink, swishing and swallowing I feel like a nordic reindeer eating lichen off a rock. The impact is like licking a cold stone, with the added sensations of consuming brittle feathery moss.. well not exactly but close. In the mouth and throat it's managed to slip past security into the stomach and the aftertaste makes me question whether I have just ingested a shot of whisky or if it was an elaborate hoax..
Following up for the review I took another mouthful and then nonchalantly started eating some breakfast pancakes. (Don't judge me) After pancake #1 I took another mouthful of Aberlour and upon reaching my stomach it confronted me about what I was doing.
I was like, "Relax Aberlour it's pancakes" and Aberlour pondered for a moment. I burped. Then she was like, "Yeah okay. I like pancakes."
I helped Aberlour along cause she seemed pretty cool with pancakes after all.
Whoa whoa as much as you'd like to turn this into a sick joke, remember- just because she's 10 years old doesn't mean you can't enjoy a normal breakfast with her like she's your daughter; I mean, sure now we're anthropomorphizing alcoholic beverages and winking when we mention their ages, but they're not human females. I know you folks like to wait until she's 18 but you're missing out on the bonding experiences with a .. okay it's ruined I can't finish the review now!