You said it was just drinks. But then he reached for the bottle like he’d done it a hundred times—with confidence, with intent. The cap spun, the wine hit the glass, and suddenly everything felt too quiet.
It smells clean, sure—lime, green apple, crushed herbs. But underneath, there’s something charged. The acidity lands like a dare. That minerality? More of a trail than a taste—wet stone, salt, tension. He doesn’t comment on the wine. He just watches you react to it.
It’s Grüner with restraint. No flash, no filler. Stainless steel and stone-soaked vineyards doing exactly what they’re meant to. It buzzes on your tongue like a secret.
Grilled zucchini with mint and lemon oil. A sliver of sheep’s cheese. Cold fingers brushing as you reach for the last spear of asparagus. You try to keep your cool. But the bottle’s already half empty—and he hasn’t looked away once.
Region: Kremstal, Austria Grapes: Grüner Veltliner
