01/31/2025

Fnordscent
4 Reviews

Fnordscent
2
By and By
Lactonic cinnamon, an understated naturalistic coconut, slivers of both whisky and whiskey (theres a decidedly complex vanillic bourbon quality and an understated leathery scotchy smokiness as well) and a persistent subtle oudy undertone all blend together to make what might rival Smugglers Notch as my favorite from the house.
Driven by amburana wood which I know from spirits as imparting a somewhat cinnamic and sweetly spiced quality, the overall experience of first trying this was a tight rope walk of nostalgic associations and serious new-territory depth. The balancing act of familiarity and surprise is mirrored in its perfectly contrasted sweetness, wherein the slightly treacly coconut and booze facets are countered with a leathery smoke and misty ambergris that gives it lift, so much so that it hasn’t felt out of place in even these most hellish of Florida-summer days.
By-and-By smells golden and luminous, but it’s also warmly earth-toned and cozy. It’s an antique wooden chest, with faint barrel-char lining the interior, all held together with a webwork of thick veins of polished gold, like a kintsugi bowl. Small dribbles of a decades worth of tiki drinks and whisky drams set atop it have breached the porous outer layer, reduced, and dried into sap-lines of darkened ambery stalactites, so unctuous and slow dripping as to appear frozen.
It’s absolutely beautiful stuff.
Driven by amburana wood which I know from spirits as imparting a somewhat cinnamic and sweetly spiced quality, the overall experience of first trying this was a tight rope walk of nostalgic associations and serious new-territory depth. The balancing act of familiarity and surprise is mirrored in its perfectly contrasted sweetness, wherein the slightly treacly coconut and booze facets are countered with a leathery smoke and misty ambergris that gives it lift, so much so that it hasn’t felt out of place in even these most hellish of Florida-summer days.
By-and-By smells golden and luminous, but it’s also warmly earth-toned and cozy. It’s an antique wooden chest, with faint barrel-char lining the interior, all held together with a webwork of thick veins of polished gold, like a kintsugi bowl. Small dribbles of a decades worth of tiki drinks and whisky drams set atop it have breached the porous outer layer, reduced, and dried into sap-lines of darkened ambery stalactites, so unctuous and slow dripping as to appear frozen.
It’s absolutely beautiful stuff.