A swashbuckling start, with preserved lemons and black olives on the nose, and a light herbal undercurrent; golden sultanas and a whiff of bitter orange. On the palate, a burst of fresh orange emerges, rounded out by burnt demerara sugar and buttressed by olive brine. Gentle waves of tarragon ebb and flow. A cure for scurvy. With water, the ocean recedes, and you’re left sitting in an orchard wearing a pirate’s hat. A fine sea spray of juicy green apple, orange and sweet melon. Brown sugar crests the wave on the horizon, with a lingering finish of honeydew melon dipped in salt.