You know you shouldn’t. But the moment the cork yields, it’s too late.
It pours the colour of secrets—pale garnet, almost translucent. The nose is a quiet invitation: wild strawberries, crushed violets, a breath of damp earth.Then comes the spice—pink peppercorns and a flicker of something feral.
You take a sip. It’s light, but it doesn’t play nice.Juicy red fruit rushes in, followed by a savoury depth that lingers, teasingly.The tannins are gentle, yet they leave their mark—a reminder of the encounter.
Pair it with duck confit, mushroom risotto, or a night that blurs the lines between right and wrong.
