Ashy, pure, extremely briny and with a linear and blade-like peatiness. Lots of green pepper, beach pebbles, brutal minerality and raw seawater, crushed aspirin and sea buckthorn. Wet sand, Atlantic bluster and diesel-splashed rock pools. All muscle and no nonsense! With water there’s an immediate whiplash of salted butter, chives, carbolic wash, umami paste and black olives in brine. The heat of mustard powder and the ooze of anchovies in olive oil.

The palate brings pungent smokiness, squid ink, carbon paper and blue peat smoke. There’s smoked salmon, juniper, lemon juice and bouillon stock. With reduction comes a thrilling finale of seaweed crackers, hot smoked paprika, chili-infused chocolate, pink sea salt, creel nets and brimming buckets of tar. Lost in a vast earthen floored warehouse. Bottled for the 2020 Islay Festival.