Madeline

Madeline opens with the warm burn of brandy and a prickle of spice that settles quickly into something creamy and strange—fig and licorice emerge, sweetened with a whisper of milk that rounds the anise-like edges. As the spice fades, amber deepens the composition while bourbon vanilla enters softly, almost candied, resting against precious woods that ground the sweetness without cooling it. What remains is a soft amber glow dusted with vanilla, the wooden base rising just enough to prevent the milk-and-fig from cloying.