The night has slowed, but neither of you are ready to let go just yet. The room is quiet, the warmth of skin against silk lingering in the air, and between you, a glass of something effortless, intimate, meant to be savoured.
The bubbles rise softly, persistently, carrying whispers of crisp apple, lemon zest, and toasted almond. A delicate minerality hums beneath it all, like the last traces of heat before sleep takes over. The texture is weightless, the finish long but gentle, a soft sigh against your lips.
Pair it with oysters on the half shell, creamy risottos, or a slow, drawn-out conversation where every word lingers just a little longer than necessary.
