The chalice trembles in your grasp, filled with golden ambrosia that hums with forbidden power. You know you shouldn't be here—this secret chamber, this altar of excess, where gods and mortals blur under the weight of desire. Yet, here you are, lips parted, awaiting your first taste.
It slides over your tongue like the whispered promises of an ancient deity—soft at first, teasing, lulling you into a false sense of innocence. But then it grips you, a surge of energy, an electric pulse of citrus and wild herbs that tightens around your senses like the coiling embrace of a divine serpent. You gasp. It deepens. The earth itself seems to shudder.
A honeyed richness unfurls, nectarous but never cloying, balanced by a sharp, mineral bite—a reminder that this pleasure, no matter how celestial, is still tethered to flesh, to soil, to something raw and untamed. Your throat warms as you swallow, a lingering echo of desire left behind.
Somewhere beyond the veil, the gods are watching. Smirking. Knowing.
Perhaps they’ll let you leave this temple unscathed. But then again... perhaps they won’t.
Region: Tuscany, Italy Grapes: Trebbiano, Malvasia, San Colombano
