The Jura Superstition (100 ml magic glass bottle)

Tasting notes: 
     On the nose, this dram is throwing salt over one's shoulder, if by throwing salt over one's shoulder you mean lemongrass in a surreptitious mélange with lemon Cheetos® or perhaps with a wedge of Mini Babybel® cheese dried on a vinyl car seat.
     The mouth offers the liveliness of a rabbit's foot (still attached and kicking) but also the inorganic sting of that same rabbit's foot later preserved in liquid benzene, with a few tablespoons of molasses fermented in tobacco barrels added in for good measure.  The accumulated effect is loamy and gloamy, but it doesn't blow me...away.
     The finish brings a mix of brewer's yeast, pixie stix, and angst activating in  your mouth, not at all unlike the sensation of a hole opening up and draining an entire lake.  Or, to put it another way, the finish is like a penny found standing noncommittally on its edge, a horseshoe with no laces whatsoever, or a black cat that can't be bothered to get off the sofa to cross your path.

Rating:

--On the scale of things upon which custom holds one should make a wish--
The Jura Superstition is seeing a shooting star--Your wish likely won't come true (though, alas, the same is true of all things in this category), but at least you just got to see a meteoroid burn across the sky as it became a meteor.  It's not quite blowing out candles on a birthday cake (in that case, you get cake!  And it's your birthday!), but it's light years better than blowing an eyelash to the wind.

                                                                             --Stephen


--Our thanks to Lyz Nardo and the good folks at Jura for the sample!