As I prepared to taste Octomore - a heavily-peated whisky from the Islay distillery Bruichladdich - I felt a warmth in my belly. And my toes. Pretty much everywhere, for that matter. After two hours of sipping on the best whiskies around - American, Scottish, Bourbon, Single Malt, Rye, peated and unpeated alike - I was prety satisfied. But when I brought the glass up and took a whiff, the nose on the Octomore nearly bowled me over. The smokiness was dizzying. The warmth in my belly turned into a roaring fire: the only cure was a sip. And then another. And repeat, over and again, all across the spaciousness of Wings Over the Rockies Air and Space Museum, host of this years WhiskeyX.