The nosings spread out a little bit into a plethora of nature's best offerings: plants and herbs (oniony fennel, coriander leaves, licorice and coffee), more tangy offerings (orange zest, aniseed, paprika and pepper) and some nice locations (a pebble beach with a fire, The W...

It's pretty burny at first whiff, which gradually moves towards kerosene, a lit fire and then just-picked spearmint. Quite spiced, with oranges and icing sugar. Definitely creamy over time, complemented by rosemary and a woody leafiness and strangely enough, swimming pools....

It was very medicinal (but unlike usual Islay medicine, more like homeopathic 'medicine' - ARGHH). Don't read too much into that, it smelled amazing - but a bit less 'classic Kilchoman' than the 129.1.

Smells of apple (sweets), Appletiser, moving towards a mintiness (in a toothpaste sense), fresh flavours, salty toffee, the pleasure of marker pens, banana toffee. Tastes of toasted barley, fresh & fruity, mascarpone (in a cheesecake), roast lamb, buttery, not unlike a Ben ...

Pop round to Bill Tong's house for a biscuit (he lives in Pleasantsville) and he'll no doubt give you a peak into his musty old wardrobe. If you ask nicely, he'll even show you his peppery cucumber - a true delight!

It was so farmy, that we wrote down 'FARMY!!!' to make the point unforgettable. Damp hay and silage emphasised the point, and 'slaaaaag' was mentioned, said like a lady who partakes in many men, but perhaps referencing a pile of quarry soilings?

On the way, a whale has carelessly left its blubber to filter up the nose, perhaps helping to fertilise the landscape, as first nettles and then geraniums flourish.

It's the snack counter at York's famous cinema conversion project - as we pass the fire-hardened 13th century oak door we move on to the mixture of sweet and salty popcorn.

"Oh boy! Empire biscuits!", yelped an intolerable Victorian child, as the HMS Dandelion & Burdock began to dock. A hive of activity erupted from deck as smells of sweetened sawdust morphed into that of a barn in summer for those with an imagination powerful enough to transmo...

With Russell's declaration that he went to an amateur wrestling match ringing in our ears, we cracked on with the smells. The result reads like a shopping list for the dessert menu of an ailing restaurant, whose chef is unable to see the difference between wackiness for its ...

It was deemed a morning whisky, or breakfast dram, with many attendant caveats. And finally, the sense of something intangible, call it "rhrhyrhtrtgrtg", if you will.

Salty, fruity (aprictos nad peaches), and definitely minty on the nose. Some of those smells come through in the taste too: salty, fruity and mellow. Fatty, sweet with subtle medicine. A little new-makey, tangy and sour. Quite hard to pin down. The finish was weak, or mediu...

From nose to mouth, this is a kind of surf ‘n’ turf – some initial seaside aromas (old seaweed, scallops) followed by a kind of sweet & sour pork thing in the mouth. There’s a consistent sweetness before the finish, starting off as fudgey and sherbet dib dabs with the dib d...

You've been sent to a hospital by the sea with the unfortunate condition of having caramelised your bananas. After the decent run of medical science, it transpired in the late 2020s that actually herbal medicine and alternative therapies were correct, and they swiftly replac...

Began smelling of apples, stale cheese and deep toffee. Rhubarb & Custard sweets gave way to something pretty sherry-like/ It changed quite a lot on the taste: sour, salty and a little fruity (lime), with crabs and steamed pak choi mixing things up a bit. Slightly minty tof...

With the first taste the sea rushes up and smacks you in the palate, bam! The salty taste is like a cheeky lick of a dolphin or a freshly landed Arbroath Smokie.

Things get more exciting as our tongues prickle with paprika and popping candy as, the sweetness over, lime pickle squeezes the mouth and English mustard washes like rainwater over this slightly salty ending.

Icelandic wood then shifts us towards white wine vinegar and cloves, with basil sitting out there on its herby lonesome (who incidentally sounds like a 50s blues singer)

Things get somewhat more challenging (and non-existent) with peanut brittle popping up without the peanuts (The Ghost of Peanut's Past), hanging out inadvisedly with *something witty*, a man who's so up his own arse that he has asterisks in his name.

Very new-makey on the nose, and obvious oak. It also smells somewhat toilet-y (not a good thing, just in case you needed that clarifying) and a fair bit like banana, plus a little like a salty fisherman. It tasted more minty, with a strong oakiness, definite aniseed and Bre...

McNulty from The Wire's guilt and the salt of the sweat of the Taoiseach before a general election. And finishing the whole thing of are perhaps the less-desirable flavours of melted plastic, yellow snow and oil.