You weren’t supposed to drink the whole bottle. You weren’t even supposed to open it. But here you are—barefoot on cold tile, shirt hanging off one shoulder, trying to remember where you left your phone. And your dignity.
The wine? It’s Cabernet Franc in full party mode—punchy with black cherry and redcurrant, spiked with cracked pepper and a whiff of something herbal that smells suspiciously like someone’s balcony stash. There's just enough tannin to leave a mark, just enough acid to keep it standing upright while you absolutely aren’t.
It was fermented in steel, kept cool and clean, but it drinks like it’s been making out behind a dumpster—gritty, real, unforgettable. You devour a greasy slice of lamb pizza, lick salt off your fingers, chase it with a half-melted scoop of chèvre mousse someone left out. No shame. No plans. Just the night pulling you deeper.
You wake up with a glass still on the table. Half full. Still perfect.
Region: Saumur-Champigny, Loire Valley, France Grapes: Cabernet Franc
