Wicked dry bitter willow-switch finally settles in after a long match with brown soggy bruised apple and tapioca served in wet paper. Dull and round in the nose, the first sip is a pang of searing light through wet clouds and taut chilled air. You adjust your jacket and continue on, the brightness making everything seem warmer. Glycerin-y and mouth-coating, decadent baked apple and rice pudding bring a butter-laden topping to all it touches. This stuff is straight sunshine.