December, you are the month of chills. The month of campfires that die from the bitter cold wind. The month of snowfall and of embers and the moments one cannot wish to describe. December, in all your bright white moonlight and soul-stirring knee-high snowdrift steps, I love you. You are the sound of snowflakes falling through the pines. You are hot cocoa, orange peels and cloves with the warmth of the fireplace dancing across my toes. My hot tea reminds me only of the moments I spent last night shivering cold with snowflakes on my beard. How is it that the bite of your night is so painfully addictive as to keep me wanting more? Perhaps I will ponder your eerie charm with another full moon walk with another cup of tea.
This rustic blend is inspired by the month of December and our longing desire to take midnight walks when the snow is lit up by the moonlight. December has a savory, smooth body with notes of dark chocolate and malt, the perfect amount of smoke and a tiny hint of roastiness in the background...Like sitting in front of the fireplace after a midnight stroll and eating chocolates!