Vanilla Bean
A tall scoop of vanilla-bean ice cream, fired to keep: warm eggshell white flecked all over with toasty freckles, fine as spice stirred through custard. Throwing lines circle the walls like ripples in cream, and the glaze stops just shy of the ground so the bare clay can stand barefoot. Peek inside — the freckles go all the way down.
- Flavour
- Vanilla bean, all the way down
- Freckle Count
- Uncountable
- Sworn Enemy
- A savoury course
- Drinks
- Warm milk with honey, no apologies offered
- Footwear
- None — barefoot at the base
