To nose, we found venison in a red wine and cocoa sauce, maple syrup on pancakes and salted rum caramel.  Then, a furniture workshop was crafting benches for a bodega whilst a mechanic with grimy overalls tucked into a bacon sandwich at the beach.  To taste, cranberries coated in chocolate, melted salted butter on Belgian waffles, and hoisin sauce noodles. Water brought brown envelopes, wet seaside rocks, Branston pickle, and memories of smoking a shisha pipe (apple tobacco) in a leather armchair.  It was sweet and earthy with papaya, roasted beetroot, salted cashews, mint humbugs and bran cereal.  Conformity is overrated.