Jessica Kennedy
May 25, 2026, 13:31:56
Cracked this open and got a proper waft of greengage plums and something properly taut on the nose, almost like sniffing a chunk of driftwood dried in a salt wind. Pale gold in the glass, a bit of artisanal porridge sweetness lurking about, maybe some perfectly ripe pears trying to break through. First sip and blimey, very salty. Proper seawater, then more seawater again just to make sure you got the message. Like you’ve gulped down a wave while smoking a bit of fish on the beach. There’s engine oil too, this thick, full of tar vibe that sits on the Keith Richards side of things—weathered, lived-in, but tender underneath it all. Then it takes a mad swing. Mango, passion fruits, yellow fruits popping up like vineyard peaches still warm from the sun. Even caught a flash of sweet Vishnu, something nearly overripe and exotic, before the salt crashes back in. Still as salty, entirely maritime. Salted liquorice chews on the edges while black olives and a hint of olive oil in the background ground it all in something earthy. Finish is very long, leaving marzipan and a bit of domesticated warmth behind. Honestly, it’s all a bit like a rockstar poet—rough, briny, then surprisingly tender and fruity just when you think you’ve got it pegged. Fresh, but with a mechanic’s hands. Lovely weirdness.
