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Our noses confronted a firecracker fusillade of funk – stewed fruits (prunes not plums) and leather (razor strop soaked in Brylcreem); then a floral fracas flared – one panellist got gardenia blossoms and dried palm leaves, another ferreted out C.P. on a gooseberry bush and funeral parlour plastic flowers. The flavours included sugar cane, espresso dregs, resin, badly made roll-ups, salt cod, wellies and hessian doormats – pushing the frontiers of funk! Adding water (we didn’t have Coke) had us agreeing about fried plantains (dusted in palm sugar), Germolene, sticky plasters, nail varnish and the inside of a golf ball. Fringe-frizzing funkadelia for those attracted to extremes.