The opening note is a powdery wood accord that contains a strong dose of raw tupelo honey, shaded by the green of Granny Smith apples laced with Japanese incense smoke.
A voluptuous orange blossom absolute in a mad tango dance with fruity osmanthus soon appears. (To smell the open pyrex jar is to go mad with rapture as in a summer night, strolling in a garden of honeysuckle.)
Notes of green Japanese sencha follow suit, atop the tupelo honey powdered base, ever caressed by the sandalous, warm woods' accord. Green apples sing along tirelessly throughout the entire dry-down.
If someone gave me a bottle saying, 'This is honey absolute' I would believe them.
If the first batch is crystal clear sencha laced with a kyara green, this is silver needle with a strong dose of raw honey, the pollen and all manner of bee pheromones dancing in a cloud of Hakusui.
A voluptuous orange blossom absolute in a mad tango dance with fruity osmanthus soon appears. (To smell the open pyrex jar is to go mad with rapture as in a summer night, strolling in a garden of honeysuckle.)
Notes of green Japanese sencha follow suit, atop the tupelo honey powdered base, ever caressed by the sandalous, warm woods' accord. Green apples sing along tirelessly throughout the entire dry-down.
If someone gave me a bottle saying, 'This is honey absolute' I would believe them.
If the first batch is crystal clear sencha laced with a kyara green, this is silver needle with a strong dose of raw honey, the pollen and all manner of bee pheromones dancing in a cloud of Hakusui.