Perfume of the library's bookworms

A long-forgotten, dust-encrusted book emerged into the light of day to bake in the sun and to perfume the library's bookworms. The palate delivered peanut butter folded gently into vanilla pudding, along with a generous spoon of icing sugar and crushed ginger cookies. Having offered water to the dram, the Panel nosed its way to our library book, now submerged in butterscotch with chocolate chips. The palate was likewise, joined too by rich fruit cake and a tickle of mace and nutmeg. This was a whisky worthy of its years.