It was never meant to be opened tonight. Not this one. Not the wine they told you to save. But here you are, alone or maybe not, already a glass in and surrendering to something far too intense for a weekday.
It doesn’t seduce—it dominates. That first sip is like stepping into a room you shouldn’t be in. Thick with black fruit, shadowed by spice and tobacco, and those tannins? They don’t let go. They bite, hold, demand your full attention.
This isn’t a fling. It’s a locked door behind you. And yet, the finish… it lingers. Dark chocolate and cherry clinging to the memory of your mouth like a secret you’ll never confess.
Best taken with slow-cooked meat, sharp cheese, or someone you’re not supposed to miss.
