Twenty three thousand rose petals plucked under the moonlight, trod by centaurs’ hooves and small-batch infused in virgin vodka. Strained through unicorn tail hair and bottled directly for your pleasure. Aromas of freshly trimmed lawn herald a nuanced, warm palate. Limited edition, obviously.
The delicate pink blush of a cherub's cheek. Aromas evoke a summer's picnic on manicured lawns, hedonistic yet fresh. There's nothing blousy, fusty or overblown here. Seductive true rose petal flavours hint at vanilla on the front palate, continuing with a rounded mouthfeel and warm finish.