No rest for the wicket

A light, floral nose – we imagined a cricket pavilion: linseed oil, painted wood, freshly laundered cricket whites, parched summer grass, with peaches and cream afterwards. The palate had mouth-coating sharp fruits (watermelon sweets, lemon and lime, 'cherry lips' sweets) and bakewell tart; then a rather drying tropical fruit-skin finish. The reduced nose wafted lemon meringue pie, lime cordial, sliced cooking apples, sugar-coated fennel seeds and laundry flapping on the line between a pine forest and the sea. The palate was now a refreshing mix of lychees, juicy peaches, physalis, parma violets, ice cream and fruit sorbet – followed by a tart finish.