Feuille-Morte

In nature’s cycle, death is renewal: harvest passed, larder stocked, quiet land now still in the tenebrous gloaming. The wood gatherer, through dank mists & wispy bonfire, tugs his collar against the mouldy chill of the forest floor, rustling shades of decay — feuille-morte, nature’s rust — the harbinger of hibernation. This equinoctial arrangement of Single Farm Origins, composted by Head Distiller Ned, is for hunkering down with over the early darkness.

Appearance: :Like a golden ash leaf bathed in autumn sunlight with legs as long as late afternoon shadows.

Nose: Bread crust, toffee apple, mandarin orange, biscoff biscuits, plums, raisins, pine nuts, porridge, coffee cake, ferns, brown sugar, violets, grapefruit.

Taste: Cherries, dark coco power, liquorice, clove, leather, black peppercorns, nutty, vanilla essence, tastes like an autumn woodland, dry,  pistachios, mint, barley sugar.

Finish: Dry with a spice linger with aniseed.