This tasting took place four years ago, Apr 16. Let's all drink it to Bill McCoy, honest bootlegger, decent smuggler, legit rum-runner, to whom this scotch is dedicated.
Clear, pale golden hue. Medium to intense aromas of black pepper, cinnamon, vanilla and toffee: spiced and sweet, reminiscent of what some clippers transported over the seas (I know the Cutty Sark herself transported either tea or wool, but nevermind.) There's also a hint of Valencia oranges.
When neat, it's surprising how the 50% ABV almost goes unnoticed: this blend is actually delicate, not burning. The sip starts bittersweet, then develops nice metal and umami flavors. An iceball (it was the trend back then) doesn't add anything relevant (I'd say it substracts) but after a long while, when half-melted, you can spot nice bitters and new metal touches along the throat.