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"Day 7 - Thistle Honey
Colour: Sauvignon Blanc again; pale clear gold.
Smell: Similar to clover honey*, light, with a tiny bit of green apple.
Taste: Intriguing - definitely an apple taste, definitely green apple, and again, this is one of the refreshing ones; there's a crispness and a mellowness at once, and I feel it's playful, a child among honeys, but a wise-eyed child, somehow, the kind to whom you'd speak seriously one moment before tickling the next."**
I absolutely adore today's piece of fiction, certainly one of my favorites in the book. It's a DeLintesque piece of modern magic, although entirely El-Mohtar in voice and spirit. Cornwall is one of those places where you feel that things of an other nature might happen - it has that whole King Arthur vibe. Anyway, an absolutely delightful piece of fiction, fully complete and satisfying in itself - a little longer than some of the other works in the book, but clearly happy to be itself, and not yearning for another little piece to connect it to something else.
* clover honey is the sort of honey you usually get in the store; the stuff in the squeezy bear.
** note that this paragraph is evidence that Amal would make an excellent aunt.