Miel d'Arabie Chopard 2018

The shop in A. is small: it goes out directly onto the waves, from where the sun shines in, and on the other side onto the airy, lively alley. Mediterranean. And you want me to smell honey with pepper and incense? The extremely knowledgeable and charming lady brings honey from Arabia - in a green bottle. Oh, yeah, I asked for green. In expectation of sweet balm - which I don't want at all - I smell red pepper first and am glad that I have to look for the honey. After a short while - he is just a bit viscous - he still appears, slightly herbaceous. A rather spicy scent swings pleasantly and softly over the skin, quite comfortably, until suddenly a pointed, sour tone stings up. Very irritated about this rather unappetizing twist I copy the scent mentally. Since the conversation and the assortment are too interesting, I don't immediately jump to the washbasin - and it's worth it. The acidity's gone, rosemary's coming out: The intense fragrance of the young, fine rosemary needles, sticky from the oil, underlaid with coniferous wood. And he stays that way for a very long time. Now he belongs in this area: rocks with rosemary over the sea, the wind carries some salt, the sun heats the needles and cones on the ground. Harsh green. I'd have to look for honey long after that - but I don't want to.