Nose: bicycle tyres, rubber, smoke, pencil eraser, bacon – the slightly burnt kind
Palate: sweet rubber – like chewing hubbabubba while changing tyres. Burnt bacon too, burnt toffee (or caramel).
Finish: it ends with just rubber, the bicycle kind. Dry. long.
Conclusion: I never had much love for bicycles, let alone I was fond of changing tyres. This brings me back to the time I needed to change one every now and again. It is a novelty thing perhaps. Like wheatgrass in the slowjuicer, goji berries and caviar…