We recognise hints of undergrowth and that mediaeval scent reminiscent of Romanesque church naves, or the opening liturgical notes of an ancient book whose leaves become separated. These aromas then gracefully and light - heartedly veer towards vanilla. Actually, this is stracciatella ice cream with innuendos of liquorice and dried fruits. Complex and complete, its modesty is perhaps more of an awareness that it is a great spirit.

In the mouth it explodes in clusters of juniper berries and an unexpected and exquisitely delicate sweetness, somewhere between butter and honey. A finale where the sweet notes round off and mellow out until they break free of every form. Our hymn to freedom.