It doesn’t need to raise its voice. This wine walks in with centuries behind its eyes and a velvet kind of menace—quiet, knowing, impossible to look away from.
The nose opens with dried rose petals and bitter cherry, but there’s depth underneath: tobacco curling through cellars, black tea steeped a moment too long, and something almost metallic—like desire laced with danger.
You taste, and it draws you in, slow and deliberate. The tannins are firm, but not unkind. They hold you close while dark fruit, scorched herbs, and whispers of leather pull you deeper. You didn’t come looking for trouble—but you’re not leaving now.
Best with a slab of rare meat, wild mushroom risotto, or a nightcap that turns into dawn.
