Nose:
Like stumbling into an artisanal brunch hosted by woodland elves. Fig jam seduces toast points while whole grain waffles flirt shamelessly with a honey drizzle. Cracked walnut shells crunch underfoot as dried wildflowers and a hint of cedar whisper, “Welcome to the forest café, stranger.”
Taste:
Imagine breakfast at a wizard’s bed and breakfast: honeyed cereal served in an antique goblet, followed by crème caramel that winks at you as you spoon it. Almond macaroons gossip with toasted biscuits slathered in mysterious herbal jelly, while a subtle banana taffy floats by like a forgotten carnival memory.
Finish:
Leaves with a slow wave of cola, a chocolate wafer doing jazz hands, and ginger marmalade humming a spicy lullaby on the breeze.
Best enjoyed:
Neat or with a few drops of water — ideally while perched on a rock, pondering the vastness of a western sunset and contemplating whether the marmalade just winked at you.
