Tasting notes:
Okay. You’re going to get the wrong impression. I’m going to talk about fruit and spice and everything nice, and you’re going to think that this is a Robert Parker Fruit Bomb™ at best. Or a silly perfume from a mall kiosk hoping to separate tweenage girls from their allowance money. But the Eleuthera is neither of these things. Let me explain. First, it’s light and lemony on the nose. A stick of Irish butter, curried orange, and dried apricots in a box of Jimmy Choo shoes, size eight, cradled by a finicky shoplifter. Or a tin of mandarin oranges, quince, and persimmon purchased in a strange country that saw fit to can such things together. We also found faint hints of peat in the background on the nose and even a sandalwood essence—think of a hemp vest worn by a hippie at a shop full of crystals. We found all these things and more. Truly, it was a horn o' plenty but with
Rating:
--On the scale of fragments by the early Greek philosopher, Heraclitus--
The Compass Box Eleuthera is fr. 7 (DK): “If all things were turned to smoke, the nostrils would distinguish them.”--In such a world, pray that you are near the Eleuthera and far from Stephen after a session of IPAs from the Pacific North West.
The Compass Box Eleuthera is fr. 7 (DK): “If all things were turned to smoke, the nostrils would distinguish them.”--In such a world, pray that you are near the Eleuthera and far from Stephen after a session of IPAs from the Pacific North West.
--John
--Our thanks to Robin Robinson from Compass Box for the mini and for the tip on where to find the full-sized bottles--at least this one last time!
--Our thanks to Robin Robinson from Compass Box for the mini and for the tip on where to find the full-sized bottles--at least this one last time!




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