It doesn’t need to shout. It doesn’t even look your way. It just walks in, polished and poised, and suddenly the room rearranges itself around it. You sit straighter. Breathe quieter. Try to earn its attention.
Dark fruit ripples beneath crushed pepper and black olive, the kind of depth that doesn’t overwhelm—it calculates. There’s restraint in the tannins, a slow, exacting rhythm. It doesn’t demand obedience. It rewards excellence.
Every sip is like getting top marks from the teacher who never smiles. You don’t even know why you care so much. But you do. You find yourself trying to impress it. And when it finally gives you a nod of approval, it feels like worship.
Serve it with rosemary-studded lamb, charred beets slicked in balsamic, or an aged Comté so sharp it could file down your ego. This isn’t dinner—it’s evaluation. And you want that gold star.
Region: Corbières, Languedoc, France Grapes: Syrah, Grenache, Carignan
