Forlorn Embers & Black Reigns

The home is abandoned, the keys lost, and only embers and letters turned to ash remain in the oven. TOSKOVAT' Forlorn Embers & Black Reigns smells of mourning that passes through winter carrying its own small light.

S'mores, bourbon, and marron glacé open the extrait with a warm, nostalgic sweetness. Nutmeg flower, walnut, carob, and dried fruit give it a darker flavor of winter provisions.

Pipe tobacco, truffle, pine cones, and dried bluebells then introduce earth, smoke, and withered flowers. The ashes of a burnt letter transform the feast into a trace of something that can no longer be read.

David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi writes of Novembers and Decembers, of absence when one should have been home and conversations that can no longer be completed. Gratitude and sadness exist in the same fire here.

Plane tree, mahogany, Bushman's Candle, oak, leatherwood flower, calcium oxide, and bone build a dry, almost funerary finish. The sweetness remains as a light left behind by another person.

Forlorn Embers & Black Reigns is not a cozy winter gourmand. It is marron glacé with letter ash, bone, tobacco, and the last embers — an abandoned house still searching for its keys.