Emberfall is a premium, distillery-inspired landing page for a coastal single-malt whisky. The hero leads with provenance — an oversized Fraunces serif headline beside a pressed wax-seal specimen card stamped XVIII with the age statement (region, maturation, strength). Below it a pinned, sticky stage plays a cinematic golden-hour clip that is SCRUBBED frame-by-frame with scroll (videoMode="scrub"): the scene walks forward and back as you drag the page while four tasting beats — the cask, the pour, the nose, the finish — cut in over it. The plate is framed as an editorial photograph, with thin corner brackets and a vertical cask-dip gauge that climbs to the 18-year age statement (no film gate, no sprocket rails, no frame counter). The rest of the page is a real product page on a warm, peat-black canvas with antique-gold and sherry-cask-oxblood accents: a horizontal tasting flight (colour → nose → palate → finish) on a connecting rule, the range of three expressions (Emberfall 12 / 18 / Cask Strength) as a refined bottle lineup stepped up on a shelf, a cooperage cask-maturation story with warehouse imagery and a draw-on concentric cask-hoop line art, an awards wall of pressed wax-seal medallions with a critic quote, and a find-a-bottle stockist locator CTA. The wax seal is the signature motif throughout; only the range and cooperage use real photography.
A warm, peat-black distillery editorial selling a beautiful dram — antique gold and sherry-cask oxblood, a pressed wax-seal motif, and a cinematic golden-hour plate you scrub frame-by-frame on scroll to walk through the cask, the pour, the nose and the finish.
Emberfall is matured eighteen years in first-fill oak in a stone warehouse on the shore — dark honey and dried fig laid over toasted oak and a slow curl of peat smoke. Drawn one cask at a time, bottled at natural colour.
Burnished copper with a red-gold cast, drawn from decades in first-fill oak.
Warm toffee and baked apple first, then a slow curl of coastal peat.
A full, oily body of dark honey and dried fig over toasted oak and clove.
Leather, sweet spice and a final glow of sea salt that lingers for minutes.
The house dram. Bright orchard fruit, vanilla oak and a soft coastal finish.
Our signature. Dark honey, dried fig and toasted oak over a thread of ember smoke.
Drawn undiluted from one first-fill sherry butt. Limited to 312 numbered bottles.
We hand-select first-fill oak, char it in our own cooperage and fill it in a stone warehouse on the shore that has never had heating. The sea air works into every stave — and eighteen slow winters later, the spirit becomes Emberfall.
Design rules
Palette
Headings
Fraunces
Body
Inter
Radius
16px
Start from this template and describe your tweaks — content, sections, colours. The backend and deploy are handled.
