The moment the cork pops, you feel it—tiny bubbles racing up your spine, tickling, teasing, like the lightest brush of fingertips tracing down your bare skin. You take a sip, and ohhh, it’s got that tingle—zesty lemon, crisp green apple, and a little touch of something floral, like toes curling against cool sheets.
But this isn’t just light and playful—no, there’s a depth here, something yeasty, something just a little wild. The texture? A fine-grained fizz that latches on, lingers, pressing into every corner of your mouth. It demands attention, a little reverence, a little… worship.
The finish is electric, lingering just long enough to make you flex your toes, tilt your head back, and grin like you know exactly what just happened.
Pair it with buttery oysters, crispy tempura, or anything that begs to be eaten slowly, deliberately, with a little extra appreciation.
