Mead, bottled a little over two years ago.
First mead I've had in months, feels like much longer, no pic but you all know what mead's like right?
Pale gold, like delicate rays of sunshine caressing an erstwhile dim and gloomy space, long devoid of such splendour.
Fragrant floral notes, conjuring notions of freshly harvested honey, wildflowers and faint hints of dried fruit.
Rounded sweetness, faintly warming, layered flavours dancing and cavorting on the palette as a breath of fresh and fragrant air on a summers day or the embracing comfort of a favourite jumper on a winters eve.
Yeh...I think I probably shouldn't be off the mead for too long...it makes me a little...peculiar.
