Wearing Pistachio by D.S. & Durga

This is pistachio as a tiny woodland aristocrat. Not cute exactly- more like a squirrel that has somehow inherited a townhouse and only eats nuts from a silver dish.

It opens nutty and sweet, but not in a bakery way. More like cracked pistachio shells, warm skin, soft cream, a bit of toasted green-brown dust. There’s something playful and slightly odd about it, which is very D.S. & Durga: it doesn’t just smell like pistachio ice cream, it smells like the idea of pistachio ice cream after someone clever has taken it apart.

As it settles, the sweetness softens and the nutty warmth becomes more cosy than edible. It has that fuzzy, slightly powdery dry down where the pistachio turns into a texture rather than a flavour. I like that it doesn’t go full gourmand syrup bomb. It stays a little dry, a little strange and it lasts all day.