Translucent ruby. It arrives like a hymn carried through ‘a forest’ with notes of undergrowth, crushed rose petals, snapped stems, and the dark perfume of damsons fallen into the moss. There is something gloriously unvarnished in its beauty: peaty and faintly feral, redolent of tarred red currants, gingerbreak, and the medicinal flutter of old apothecaries. The palate is taut and close-limbed at first, its delicate sappiness concealing a restless energy that unfurls into a provocative dance with air, each sip revealing less and less. Drink it over days to feel the transformative evocation; the 2025 sheds its restraint with almost theatrical abandon, becoming an etheral gospel.