It all seems so simple, after all it used to sit on red chequered table cloths, a bottle in a basket, right next to the powdered parmesan in a shaker. Somewhere along the way though Sangio didn’t so much reinvent as rediscover itself – immensely pleasurable, light on its feet but also assertive in its own particular way. Uniquely challenging to make well, this is a complex simple pleasure.
Rosehip, rosewood, and cherry wood – spice, bark, and aromatic oils. Apple skin and damp earth. The timber and the fruit of an orchard. Leather. Lockstep savoury and primary fruit characters. It grips in all the right places. Lush and lingering.