Extremely complex, atmospheric, and delightfully old-school. It drops you straight into an Italian antique shop full of deep rancio and wood oil, before wandering out into a West Coast tractor shed – all machine oils, metal polishes, and rough hessian sacks. There is a heavy, tactile note of damp clay that places you squarely in the pottery scene from Ghost with Patrick Swayze. This industrial weight is balanced by a burst of sweet-tart fruit: rich berry compote, sharp cranberry juice, and chewy apple and strawberry fruit leather.

Oily, savoury, and wonderfully bizarre. The arrival is led by the sharp, dry warmth of black mustard seed and the soft, slightly oxidised sweetness of a bruised yellow apple. A splash of Rose’s lime cordial cuts through the mid-palate, before it shifts gears into a distinct, leafy green herbal territory defined by star anise and fresh tarragon.

Long, lingering, and unashamedly funky. The savoury theme continues right to the end with texturing notes of wholegrain mustard, tart unripe berries, and a final, grounding echo of wet, earthy clay.