The first sip is playful, almost mischievous—a bright zap of citrus and green apple, lively and teasing, like the flick of a tail brushing against your skin. You barely have time to process it before something softer takes over, a plush wave of ripe pear and white peach curling around your tongue, nuzzling into place. It’s smooth, fluid, but there’s energy beneath it, an untamed edge that crackles with excitement.
Then, the instincts kick in. The structure tightens, a snap of minerality, a prickle of spice, claws sinking in just enough to remind you this isn’t just a game—it’s primal, wild, something meant to be chased. The acidity keeps it playful, keeps it moving, while a salty, lingering finish lingers like the imprint of teeth against flushed skin.
You don’t fight it. You lean in, let it take over, let it have you. And by the time you come up for air, you realize—you’ve been purring.
