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Here we go, the American disco act Lipps Inc. sung in 1979 “Won’t you take me to Funkytown?” Well, we went, and the nose offered lobster pots, emulsion paint, a hint of petrol and fishy oiliness combined with over-ripe kiwis. On the palate, ashy burning gorse entwined with muscle rub and engine oil. Water added aromas of smoked mango and papaya, lime-sugar dipping salt and smoked venison carpaccio, while to taste, unctuous fruits and massive medicinal smoke. This was a hostile takeover, bonkers but lovely stuff indeed. Following 11 years in an ex-bourbon barrel, we transferred this whisky into a second fill bourbon barrel that previously was used to mature peaty whisky 93.137.