The sound of waves crashing against jagged rocks could be heard from the glass as a heavy mist of salty sea spray smacked the face like a slap from Poseidon's glove. The smoke from burning heather whirled over rock pools before swirling around the thick tar that defiantly protected a sturdy wooden pier leaving lobster nets open to the full ravaging of the sea.

The smoke permeated deep into our senses; a sweet reek that embraced salted caramel and the chewy familiarity of a charcoal pencil. Strong herbal notes stirred from the depths as fennel seeds spun with rosemary, sage and thyme before joining liquorice stick dipped in salt on the finish.