Same crowd, different corner of the room. This one’s fresher, cooler, the one handing out
Someone brought a boombox. Someone else brought a litre of orange wine. Now there are limbs everywhere, shirts are optional, and you’ve completely lost track of whose glass is whose.
It smells like dried apricot, mandarin peel, and chamomile tea you forgot on the windowsill—but in the best possible way. The texture? Wild and a little fuzzy, like someone tickling your thigh with a feather while whispering about oxidative élevage. It’s not trying to be fancy—it’s here to party.
You’re snacking communally: pickled things in jars, curried lentils on paper plates, someone’s mom’s leftover focaccia soaking up oil like a dream. There’s music, there’s dancing, someone’s spilling wine into someone else’s mouth—and yes, the bottle’s still going. It’s a litre, after all.
Region: Kamptal, Austria Grapes: Grüner Veltliner, Neuburger, others (field blend)
