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 moonlight illuminating the lighthouse further along the coast, when we noticed a lightning storm rolling in off the sea.