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On the nose, it’s chestnuts soaked in apricot liquor, a pool of butterscotch syrup dotted with sultanas to form a smiley face, a clothesline-dried negligée blown into the yard of a choir director. A Baptist choir director. The mouth is delicious. Superbly balanced, like Gabby Douglas on a balance beam during a category three hurricane. Unperturbed, unflappable, and yet graceful. But let’s talk about her hair. No, let’s not.
This is a Mary Poppins whisky: practically perfect in every way. The finish is soaring, emphatic, like a glider plane on a thermal updraft produced by an active volcano. Or Icarus flying ever higher, this time with synthetic wax holding his wings fixed as he soars into the ionosphere.
The SMWS 125.48 is a Groove-toothed flying squirrel--The so-called flying lemur is a parachute jumper. Duh! And did you see the patagium on these legs?