You’ve crossed into sacred territory now—where mortals were never meant to tread. The air is thick with incense and wildflowers, the ground still warm from the day’s sun. A chalice is placed in your hands, filled with something dark, ancient, forbidden.
The first taste is a spellbinding rush—ripe pomegranate, crushed violets, and wild herbs—as if plucked straight from a hidden garden where only the chosen may feast. The tannins move like whispered prophecies, firm yet velvety, guiding you deeper into the unknown. A streak of iron-rich minerality lingers, grounding you to the earth while your senses drift into something far more celestial.
This is not a wine for restraint. Pair it with roasted lamb, earthy truffle pasta, or the kind of company that feels like fate.
