We imagined finishing the Camino de Santiago trail that leads to the shrine of the apostle St. James in the cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in NW Spain. As we sat on a pew, tired but happy, the giant incense-burner started to swing. On the palate we were going the extra mile(s) to the coast, to Finisterre, the end of the known world in the Middle Ages.

After a drop of water we had very old sweet wine extremely concentrated, sweet, sour and smoky but all perfectly balanced! This we had with Idiazabal cheese, lightly smoked with a smooth and nutty flavour as we watched the sunset over the Atlantic. After 13 years in an ex-bourbon hogshead we transferred this whisky into a 1st fill Pedro Ximenez hogshead.