Softened, almost rounded, the pisco reads more gentle than sharp, a quiet sweetness drifting through the green bitterness of coca. It feels calm, slightly euphoric, like breath evening out in thin air.

Then it opens.

Mint moves in, dark and pale at once, cooling and diffusing, wrapped in a creamy sweetness. Milk and vanilla blur the edges, turning everything smooth, almost weightless, as if the landscape itself has softened.

And beneath it, something vast.

Salt, air, and dry earth stretch outward, mineral and infinite, touched by something subtle, something just beyond reach. It doesn’t anchor, it hovers, like a presence carried on the wind.

WEON is not a contrast.
It’s a quiet expansion.

Soft sweetness over open ground,
cool air moving through warmth,
a stillness that feels alive,
even in its silence.

Head
Coca leaves
Pisco Sour

Heart
Black mint (officinalis rubescens)
White mint (officinalis pallescens)
Milk
Vanilla ice cream
Copihue Balsam (Lapageria rosea)

Feet
Salty notes
Ozonic notes
Earthy notes
Lithium