The Compass Box Spice Tree Extravaganza opens with a biscuity, grainy, bright and candy, clementine and sunshine citronella breakfast smoothie served at the vegan farm-to-repurposed-upcycled-cable-spool Corner Shoppe. The “pe” in “shoppe” is meant ironically. Of course. There’s also a fatty grassy note that’s approachable, like the drivaciousness of a Bentley Flying Spur equipped with an automatic. (Yes, dear reader, I just portmanteaued “drivaciousness” into existence, as well creating the verb “portmanteaued.” Please don’t judge me.) We also got kumquat notes, and a rare perfect imprint of a lamentably lost Roald Dahl masterwork: The Fantastic Mr. Fruit Basket.
The brightness turns down a small tick on the mouth, but brings in lieu of the light a collection of little hand soaps in a cute reed and wire basket that was permanently “borrowed” from the bathroom when last you visited Lord Figglesworth-Fotheringay’s country manor. It’s akin to eating one of Giuseppe Acrimboldo’s oils in a fever dram. Er, fever dream. (Guys, can I make dad jokes like that? Guys? Guys?)
The finish is smooth and self-effacing. It would like to announce anise, starfruit, and a smouldering desire to listen to opera with Hilary Hahn, but just. Can’t. Bring. Itself. To. Do. So. It’s tamped, not tamper-proof. It’s light, but not elfin. It’s always this, but never that.
–On the scale of songs by Stan Getz–
The Compass Box Spice Tree Extravaganza is The Girl From Ipanema–Smooth and sultry, swinging and spicy, sleek and extravagantly tree-ish. Yup!
–Our thanks to Compass Box for the sample!