Bruised iris, earthy, woody, violet-flower scented. This is rather glamorous! The moment it was in my mouth, the only word I could find was ‘magnificent’. It tasted, felt, like black-purple silk. Like midnight. Like pewter by candlelight. Smoky yet headily floral – but darkly floral. Pomegranate molasses and souk spice. Black cherries and kohl pencil. A Beaujolais channelling the soul of Marrakech. It would be fascinating to taste this with Moroccan food.