One last picnic as summer begins to fade away. Under the enchanting trees in Seoul, we find a patch of lush grass. The gingham blanket beneath us begins to lift as we embrace each breeze that passes by. Delicate auburn leaves dance softly in the wind. You hand me a persimmon, fresh from the farmer’s market.

smoked sandalwood, spicy saffron, juicy persimmon, sweet honey, and crisp cardamom