It’s just you. No distractions, no interruptions—just anticipation curling in your stomach as you bring the glass to your lips. The first taste is a slow tease, cool and sharp, a flash of citrus and green apple that pricks at your senses like fingers tracing bare skin. Your breath catches. You weren’t expecting it to feel this good.
Then, warmth—stone fruit melting against your tongue, a silky stroke of pear and white peach that coaxes you deeper, deeper. The tension builds, a mineral pulse humming beneath, crisp acidity tightening its grip like a firm hand guiding you exactly where you need to go.
The finish is a shiver, lingering, drawn out. A final burst of salinity, lips parted, a quiet gasp as the last notes of citrus and herbs slowly fade, leaving only satisfaction in their wake. You take a breath, a moment, fingers still curled around the stem of the glass.
