It hits you like an unexpected kiss in a stairwell—sudden, fizzy, and absolutely electric. One second you're sipping, the next you're floating through lemon groves, licking salt off your lips, and blinking through a blur of white flowers and pale sunlight.
Everything feels louder with this wine. The bubbles pop like thoughts you forgot to filter. Flavours collide: green apple, grapefruit zest, something floral and flirty and just a little wild. You can’t tell if you’re refreshed or unraveling.
You bite into grilled shrimp skewers dripping in citrus, bury your face in soft cheese that melts into your palms, crunch through radishes straight from the fridge. It's chaos, but beautiful—like your senses are arguing over who gets to feel the most.
This isn't a glass of wine. It's a stimulus overload in disguise.
