A nose and palate evoking a sense of Mare Nostrum, that Mediterranean surrounded by the Roman empire. A lengthy
promenade from the gate to Asia and Cappadocia through the roads of Greece and the south of Italy to the lavender fields of Provence and further to the maquis of Andalusia. Dried figs, dates, linden honey, alcohol -pickled fruit, then fruits firmed up by sun and caramel, candied apricot, sweet spices, saffron... a long list of sugary associations. Equally opulent, balanced, fascinating, virile, generous, expressive, untiring to the mouth. We are surprised conquered, convinced, attracted and then left alone only to be brought back to where we left off once more, without weakening or wearying – in fact with crisp vivacity.