Frankcrummit

This angels' smokehouse is located between the delicatessen and the choir stalls: gourmand meets sanctum in a boozy stew.

Seems lavender-led to my nose, despite the absence of a lavender note! Secret lavender, with a balsamic/woody dry down.

I was expecting something drier: this has a synthetic sweetness that leaves me fearing I've been sold a substituted fly spray.

Come and gone quickly, like a thief in the night, leaving a faint trail of mint and vetiver in its wake.

Like visiting the Dallmayr Delikatessenhaus: luxurious and delicious wafts of dark chocolate and coffee on a base of dry woods and grasses.