A slice of peat-heaven /
ピート天国の一片

「とんでもないスモークだ！」。帆船が湾に停泊している満月の夜に、ジュラ島を見下ろす「河口」近くの小石のビーチに座っていると想像してみて。風が突然向きを変え、バーベキューからの煙が私たちを飲み込む。味わいはものすごく、あけすけに甘くなく、フローラルでもなく、ピートだけ。塩辛いロックプールと灰皿のニュアンスも感じる。加水すると、空を見つめ、月の光が海岸沿いの灯台を照らし、海から雷雨が押し寄せているイメージが浮かぶ。 There was smoke, “one hell of a lot of smoke!” Imagine sitting on a pebble beach near ‘the mouth of the river’ overlooking the Paps of Jura on a full moonlit night with a sailing ship anchored in the bay. The wind suddenly changed direction and a blanket of smoke from the barbeque has engulfed us. The taste was massive and unapologetic, not sweet, not floral - just peat, well maybe a hint of salty rockpools and ashtrays. With water we gazed into the sky, the moon light illuminating the lighthouse further along the coast, when we noticed a lightning storm rolling in off the sea.