Moonmilk Stora Skuggan 2017

Horchata and lime? Spiced sandalwood butter? Moonmilk is not sweet enough to be a gourmand or milky enough to be a lactonic, but more of a creamy citrus-spice. It smells like an all-natural spa tincture you might be tempted to lick – edible in individual elements, but not when mortar-and-pestled together. It’s a more arid Mistpouffer, a summertime Fantome de Maules. The interplay between the balmy cream and the salient cardamom and lime juice create a kind of “warm sand” granularity to the scent, if that makes any sense. Just try it; it’s lovely.

Mental Snapshot: Driftwood bonfires guide you, crackling along the receding tide. A timbered hut flickers amidst the dunes, palm fronds whispering in the breeze. The beach druid greets you wordlessly, placing a healing concoction in your hands. It’s in a coconut husk bowl. It smells like this.

tl;dr: beach druid