Beagle

Beagle arrives with a dry, woody rasp of oak—sharp and austere, like walking into a timber yard after rain. The rum emerges warm and almost medicinal, adding a honeyed sweetness that softens the initial edge without turning soft. Beneath it all, gunpowder dust settles in, a mineral, smoky undertone that feels grounded and earthy, lending the whole composition a faintly charred, gunmetal quality. The effect is leathery and atmospheric, something between a ship's cabin and scorched earth.