The Angel’s Feather

As if dropped from Heaven, almost translucent, a feather falls into a still pond surrounded by orchards of fruits, divinely forbidden. Only a mortal with a soul unfettered by corruption could find their way to this place, guided solely by that Angel’s Feather.

This Belgian-tinged celestial offering shines a pale golden hue and radiates ephemeral notes of apple brandy, banana custard, and poached pear.