As our fable goes, on the rugged Isle of Skye stood Talisker, an enduring distillery with a fierce protector of an otherworldly nature: the ferocious Sea Fury. Beneath the smoky, mist-draped surface of the is- land’s dark waters, this leviathan of the loch lay in wait, keeping watch over its an- cient home, imparting the whisky that leaves its shores with its powerful and un- mistakably brine-licked character. This furi- ous spirit writhes with cereal aromas, soon enveloped by briny seaweed and mountain smoke