For artisanal, there is but one option; I prefer the complex aroma and delightful dynamics of a vessel of fragranced petroleum compound in a small, black container, that I can squeeze out with an invigorating tactile feel on top of a small piece of natural fiber as a sort of sauce, or marinade. One can find these little treasures in the most esteemed of refueling stations, in small batches on the rotating stand near the minister of fueling, under the retail nom de guerre "Zippo".
