You like a little control, don’t you? Or maybe you like giving it up—letting something take hold, push you to the edge, tighten its grip until you’re left breathless, quivering, completely at its mercy. The first sip is a command: bright citrus and white blossoms snap against your tongue, a sharp bite of acidity that demands attention, demands submission.
Then, restraint—just for a moment. A slow, deliberate pull of stone fruit and ripe melon, teasing, coaxing, dragging you deeper into its grasp. The texture is firm but supple, a grip that doesn’t let go, keeping you locked in while herbs and spice creep in at the edges, whispering wicked promises.
And then—release. A saline finish, drawn out and lingering, leaving the taste of minerals and heat on your lips, a reminder of what just happened, of what still lingers in your veins. You exhale, pulse racing, already reaching for more.
And the safeword?
Let’s be honest—you were never going to use it.
Region: Vienna, Austria Grapes: Müller-Thurgau, Bacchus
