Lo and behold, the tasters ranked the whiskey as «grassier» when sitting in lawn chairs among potted plants, «sweeter» when sniffing a sugary scent before a bowl of berries, and «woodier» when savoring the beverage surrounded by wood paneling and listening to
a soundtrack of a crackling fire — even though they knew they were drinking the same whiskey the whole time.
All that torque literally hurls you along the road as though you've been
fired from a cannon, while the
crackling, booming from the quad exhausts allays any fears
of those turbos muffling AMG's trademark
soundtrack.