You didn’t mean to make a scene. But you’re pouring this in public—daylight, crowded table, full eye contact—and suddenly everyone’s watching. And you like it.
It’s bare from the first swirl: juicy red cherry, crushed herbs, and something just a little dirty—like fingers on warm skin or that second sip you take too fast. It’s light-bodied but loud, sassy with acid, and showing way more than it should for a wine this young.
There’s tension in the tannins, a little give in the middle, and a finish that lingers like a wink across the room. You keep sipping, even as people start whispering.
Let them. This bottle wasn’t made to be hidden. And neither were you.
Serve it with jamón on greasy paper, salty chips straight from the bag, or duck breast kissed with plum sauce. Wear something sheer. Or nothing at all.
