Amaro Montenegro

Uncannily cigar-like.  Sweetsmoke, like an eating smoke, not the Islay wicker man peat death nor the piñon and mesquite saddle-drying campfires of Mezcal, but a domestic smoke, cigar residue in a moustache sticky with rib sauce.  A balsamic note, and the cedar humidor, the spices that roil around oily maduros and the bright coronets that sing in austere Conneticut Shades.