The Panel found themselves squarely in Jamaica with pure and vivid notes of bicycle inner tube slathered in rapeseed oil and seawater. Salted rubber, pure Dutch liquorice, pickled green olives and dunder funk. Water revealed a sharp kiss of lemon icing sugar, then sardines and kelp roasting over coals. Driftwood covered in barnacles and splashed with kerosene and fresh sashimi with wasabi. The mouth was initially tarry and citric with a scoosh of pure WD40, carbolic acidity, fermented bean curds and black olive tapenade. Reduction brought out pure bandages and antiseptic, natural tar extract, herbal ointments and things like diesel fumes and fermenting exotic fruits.