It is the summer of our smiles, and the soft citrus sting of this wit will no doubt be the sunlight in its growing warmth. Like the monks in the days of yore, we add notes of coriander and orange peel – living reflections of what seems like a bygone dream. But the queen of light can never completely own this brew. It pours naturally murky, like the fog of the misty mountains. A mountainside that foreshadows darkness.
