You walk alone, down a dark and drafty hallway. One small lamp struggles to cast light into the inky blackness, but as you pass it flickers out. You reach for the wall to find your way, and something ice cold brushes across your outstretched hand. It could have been a draft, but there is a distinct essence in the air, you can feel it, smell it, and almost taste it—the essence of ghost? This thrillingly light and chillingly cold flavor will make you think you’ve just tasted an apparition. Frigid sherbet quickly gives way to lingering smokiness, while notes of bitterness keep your taste buds guessing as to what they just experienced.