You weren’t planning on going home with anyone. Then he shows up—flannel shirt, sly grin, and a bottle under his arm. His lips taste like wild berries and secrets, and suddenly you're pinned against the kitchen counter, giggling between kisses and sips.
This wine doesn’t ask permission to flirt—it devours politely. Juicy cherry and brambly plum come rushing in, backed by black pepper and forest floor. It's energetic, a little unhinged, but grounded by silky tannins and a soft grip that knows just when to let go. A touch of volatility? Sure. But who hasn’t screamed into a pillow once or twice?
You end up sharing a lamb kebab at 2am, fingers grazing over the plate, hot sauce mingling with laughter and wine-stained teeth. It’s messy, tender, and exactly the kind of night you’ll text your best friend about in the morning.
