Like someone’s just pulled a birthday cake out of the oven and wafted it under your nose for attention. Bright, bready and a bit smug. A flicker of ginger heat and a squeeze of orange peel keep things lively.

Warming and cosy, like finding a hot cross bun in your coat pocket. Baking spices, candied ginger and a honeyed waxiness that clings on like it’s got nowhere better to be. The Moscatel’s there, but it’s playing hard to get.

Medium to long, swinging between sweet oak and a polite kick of pepper. Tidy and to the point - doesn’t drag its feet, but makes its mark.