There’s something of a light eclectic tea happening here. Candied lemon rind on the nose, toast that got just a smidge darker than intended. The first drop is remarkably sweet on the tip of the tongue, a slightly bitter woody spiciness emerges until the two converge as buttered toast with marmalade. The spice recedes quickly on the finish but the warmth sticks around. A dash of warm cream, black tea with a pinch of raw cane sugar. As each of the notes bids you adieu in turn, you realize the only guest left is your old friend oak. He’s been an unassuming presence, keeping what might have become unbridled levity at certain points slightly more dignified. He thanks you sincerely and excuses himself. You were glad he came. You must remember to pay more attention to him next time.