Elegant, restrained, touched by pedigree—I should’ve looked away. Should’ve chosen something easier. But then you opened. Just a little. Just enough for me to see what was beneath the surface.
You carry yourself like classic Burgundy—quiet cherry, pressed flowers, a whisper of smoke. But then... something shifts. You reveal a seam of tension, a core I wasn’t supposed to touch. A mineral line sharp enough to leave a scar. And I wanted more.
I drank too quickly. I lingered too long. And now I can't forget the way you tasted.
Serve it with forbidden glances, veal sweetbreads, or that recipe you swore you’d never make again.
Region: Burgundy (Bourgogne AOC), France Grapes: Pinot Noir
