There’s a quiet confidence in the glass, like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing without needing to make a sound. A lift of lime zest and white peach catches first, then soft herbs and crushed stone slide in behind. The air feels charged, the kind that hums right before lips meet.
The texture is satin over bone, all tension and grace. Each sip moves in slow waves, opening with citrus brightness before a tender weight settles through the finish. It’s not dramatic. It’s deliberate. The kind of intimacy that lingers long after it’s over.
Pair it with butter-poached cod or lemon risotto and feel that same balance of touch and restraint, where everything whispers instead of shouts.
