Peated
This felt immediately ‘on the edge of your seat stuff’ – like a pulse-pounding thriller, think of Hitchcock (Vertigo, Psycho or Rear Window) or the short stories of Edgar Alan Poe (The cask of Amontillado or Hop-Frog). We drank it and it made our blood run cold like watching a film noir eating creamy dark chocolate mousse with Sichuan peppercorns.