They think you’re sweet. They see the smile, the white peach skin, the clean citrus finish. But they don’t know what’s underneath — the soft growl of salinity, the quiet purr of lees stirring just beneath the surface. L’Air Innocent isn’t trying to be loud. It’s trying to sneak up behind you and wrap itself around your ankles like it belongs there.
The acidity is sharp enough to draw blood if you’re not careful. But it doesn’t. It just curls. Lingers. Asks nothing. Offers everything. One sip and you’re down on the floor with it — nose to nose with green pear, sea spray, and something faintly feral. You came here for a white wine. You’re leaving with bite marks.
Serve with oysters, pickled vegetables, or whatever snack you plan to eat shirtless on the kitchen floor.
Region: Pays Nantais, Loire, France Grapes: Melon de Bourgogne
