This is an experience dreams are made of.
While walking among the trees in Wombat Hill, breathing in the pine and rosemary, I imagined the cake of all cakes. This is it for me.
Dark chocolate. Roasted pistachio. Small-batch espresso.
Double layered. Thick, oozing ganache.
Crowned with rosemary. Just like a woodland fairy should be.
Pure magic.
