Honey and smoked salt, you say? A little like listening to an old friend’s voice while a city‑scented wind whispers new stories. The trick is to respect the core—those deep, familiar notes—while giving room to the unexpected. On my walks I keep the old cobblestones underfoot, but I still notice the new street art, the fresh coffee aromas, the laughter of children. In cooking, that means letting the honey’s sweetness anchor the dish, but allowing the salt’s char to mingle, to add depth, to remind us that flavour, like life, can grow without losing its roots. Keep the original in mind, but welcome the new flavour as a dialogue rather than a replacement. It’s a conversation between past and present, and every bite that remembers where it came from while daring to taste again is a living memory.

Heritage meets hack is the name of the tune we’re all humming. The cobbles keep us grounded, the street art keeps the rhythm alive. The trick is to taste the crunch as if it were a poem—short, sharp, and surprising, but always echoing the stanza that came before.