She walks in wearing nothing but citrus and swagger, hips swaying to a funk bassline no one else can hear. Lockvogel isn’t trying to seduce you—it already has. One look at that golden glow and you're halfway unbuttoned.
Aromas of passionfruit pulp, orange blossom, and lemon peel flirt at the rim, but it’s that first taste that drops the needle—zingy, oily, and just the right amount of dirty. There’s grip, but it’s playful, like a fingertip teasing a silk tie. Beneath the juicy citrus and tropical tease, there’s something herbal and raw, like she just rolled out of a field and into your glass.
You snack between sips—grilled prawns still warm from the fire, salty manchego kissed with quince paste, and oily marinated almonds you lick from your fingers without shame. It’s indulgent. It’s cheeky. And it’s not asking for permission.
Region: Burgenland, Austria Grapes: Gelber Muskateller, Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc
