Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. – Henry Miller Golden moments, captured in liquid form? I suppose this liqueur could be considered such. The scent of ripe pear is a golden moment of autumn. Close your eyes, lift a pear to your nose, and breathe deep. It’s the smell of a well won harvest, of garden labour winding down, of pride in accomplishment. All in one small, yellow orb. It’s a nostalgic smell. And it’s one to counter the weeks of cold and…
