SMWS Tasting Notes: With a loud bang the engine kicked into life, running purely on vanilla custard. "All clear for take-off", we began to charge down the runway and soared into the air, narrowly missing the tops of toffee apple trees. We climbed up through clouds of musk perfume that smelled sweet like white chocolate mice. The sun above us was like a huge chocolate orange as we zoomed back down over plains of apple pies dusted with cinnamon and nutmeg. A sea of coconut cream stretched out before us as we glided past beaches of bread dough dotted with butterscotch pebbles. The exhaust from the engine tickled the nose like ginger and horseradish sauce before we loop-the-looped around to land amongst sweet lemons, blood oranges and plenty of oak.