The nose entertained us with "toasting campfire marshmallows", "shamanic smoke in a sweat lodge" and "witches puffing perfumed cigarettes around a bubbling cauldron". On the palate, one stayed with the campfire (now barbecuing prawns and sausages), one tasted vitamin C tablet in a spoonful of malt extract in a burning hospital, and the other was licking the witches' ashtray.