When rich, peaty, salty Smokehead from Islay collides with spicy, sweet Caribbean rum casks, carnage is inevitable. There's a spirited flavour fight going on and you've got a front row seat.
This is a whisky for the fearless, not the fearmongers. This is the unexpected. This is anarchy bottled.
Fiery peat kicks things off, naturally. But then comes a sweetness - burnt marshmallows, charred pineapple, banana and... bacon? We warned you this was carnage.
You're in the thick of it now. A briny, oily, intense smoke hits hard but medics are on the scene quickly with a spoonful of honey and lemon.
And, when the dust settles, the smoky dying embers of toasted oak is all that remains. Along with just a hint of a fruity aftermath.