EN
More of a three-rating problem, mouth, nose, finish. I'm not afraid of it! "Your lack of fear is based on your ignorance." The recipe reads incredible. Very promising.
Nose: Oh my Allah, so beguiling, almost hypnotising, in a cloud of cinnamon and cloves, rye, sourdough, dill, herbal meadow in the Swiss Alps. Greek yoghurt with honey and nuts. Sawmill, pencil and pavement. A street in Tuscany in summer after a summer rain. A shower in maple syrup. Marzipan, crumble cake, ginger bread. Liquorice. After 2 hours A candy bath, all kinds of sweets, caramel sweets, candy canes, lollipops, Turkish delight, halvah, wrapped in candy floss, bedded on baklava, a pillow of kadayif and pismaniye, the blanket of knafeh, a few drops of rose water, of four roses lol. I only smell what I am. "Every era puts invisible shackles on those who have lived through it, and I can only dance in my chains."
Mouth: 2h Spices fire like a meteor shower on the palate. Still dazed in the nose, cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves wake you up. Gingerbread spice tickles, star anise... does something too. Oaky, vanilla, pudding, crème brûlée, canelé - more like pastéis de nata. Rice pudding like Sütlac. Honey and a lot of cream sweets. Herbs.
Finish: Enormous Kentucky Hug, rye, oily finish. Mushroom pan, allspice, rocket - oh yes lots of rocket and black pepper. Added to the oil: turmeric, dandelion, calcium. Particularly mineral and chalky. "From time to time, I would gaze up at the stars after a night shift and think that they looked like a glowing desert, and I myself was a poor child abandoned in the desert... I thought that life was truly an accident among accidents in the universe."
93/100
DE
Eher ein Dreiwertungsproblem, mouth, nose, finish. Ich hab keine Angst davor! “Your lack of fear is
based on your ignorance.” Das Rezept liest sich unglaublich. Sehr vielversprechend.
Nose: Oh mein Allah, so betörend, fast hypnotisierend, in einer Wolke aus Zimt und Nelken, Rye, Sauerteig, Dill, Kräuterwiese in den Schweizer Alpen. Griechischer Joghurt mit Honig und Nüssen. Sägewerk, Pencil und Pavement. Eine Straße in der Toskana im Sommer nach einem Sommerregen. Eine Dusche in Ahornsirup. Marzipan, Streuselkuchen, Magenbrot. Süßholz. Nach 2h Ein Bobonbad, Allerlei Süßigkeiten, Karamellbonbons, Zuckerstangen, Lollis, Lokum, Helva, umhüllt in Zuckerwatte, gebettet auf Baklava, ein Kissen aus Kadayif und Pismaniye, die Decke aus Knafeh, einige Tropfen Rosenwasser, von vier Rosen lol. Ich rieche nur, was ich bin. “Every era puts invisible shackles on those who have lived through it, and I can only dance in my chains.”
Mouth: 2h Gewürze feuern wie ein Meteoritenschauer auf den Gaumen. Immer noch benommen in der Nase, wecken Zimt, Muskatnuss, Nelken wach. Lebkuchengewürz kitzelt, Sternanis… macht auch was. Oaky, Vanille, Pudding, Creme Brûlée, Canelé – eher Pastéis de Nata. Reispudding wie Sütlac. Honig und a lot Sahnebonbons. Kräuter.
93/100