Tasting Notes: Like wandering the halls of Borges’ Library of Babel, in all its expansive potential. The towering vastness of the place, with Anjou pear and honeyed Golden Russet apple rising into majestic arches and regal domed ceilings. And yet, deep between the hazelnut stacks, quiet corners of brioche, almond pastry, and crème brûlée—intimate alcoves to pore over the silken texture of the books, the vanilla-flower pages, the concentrated complexity of the texts. Time loses meaning here, in the intricate network of halls to discover, and all the ancient wisdom contained within.