This Riesling does not walk into the room. It glides. You feel it before you taste it, that sharp little shiver of lime and green apple curling around your ankles, inviting you to follow. The first sip hits with a cool snap and a slow, deliberate rise of acidity that feels like someone tracing circles on the back of your calf just to see how long it takes you to react.
It is lean, electric, a little cruel in the most delicious way. Salted citrus, crushed stone, a twist of peach skin, all tightening and releasing with the rhythm of steps that stay just out of reach. You find yourself chasing it, then realising it wants to be chased. That is its entire game. And it plays it very, very well.
Pair it with oysters, cold shrimp or anything bright and briny. Let the freshness run up your spine and remind you exactly why tension can feel so good when something gorgeous is leading you by the ankle.
