LÓMHAR

The land is bleakest in the depths of midwinter. When the night is long & enduring – with banshee winds wailing, storms shaking the window – it is a time to batten down the hatches. A lost word evoking the warmth & intimacy of an enveloping woolspun blanket, in front of a cottage fireside, Lómhar – sounds like ‘lover’ – is perhaps what hygge is to the Danes. We have conjured the mood of Lómhar in this soulful spirt: our assemblage composed for hibernation; a winter hymn of hope & renewal; a dark & spicy cuvée to warm the bones in the icy twilight.

Appearance: Light copper with oils so thick they look like engine oil that’s missed the last few services.

Nose: Malty, fruit cake, cloves, orange chocolate, crème caramel, barnyard, red currants, forest undergrowth and white pepper.

Taste: Spiced cinnamon apple with custard, milk chocolate and fruit compote.

Finish: A warm gentle spice with chocolate, dry and lingering.