Calvados

World class … baby-butt smooth at 55 years old. I’m speechless… gob-stopped…struck dumb…just a drop of good spring water to splash the tart-apple nose straight up your nostril. Pie spice, cinnamon, tobacco- pouch, dark brown sugar… then a blast of rounded alcohol that threatens to leave you breathless before it blasts its way to the back of your throat. Plenty of weight, oceans of complexity, and long, smooth ribbons of chocolate crusted caramels. Simply wonderful on this early winter evening.,,