First sip careens over the tongue and lights it on fire. My tongue pulsed with spiciness and flame on the back and sides: black pepper corn, light airy smokiness without being full in body, spice, dry leather, dry scratchy welcome mat, straw hat on fire, evolving to a metallic tingle, hot vent of high-speed aircraft cockpit, more black pepper, tobacco, tannic black tea with the skimmist of skim milk. Rubber to the road airport asphalt. Gasoline like I’m sucking on exhaust fumes from a car at a garage. Quit the trip. Hands down the spiciest, most tannic still water I ever had. My tongue is still prickled. A defiant water, for sure.