It was never supposed to happen tonight. Not like this. Not so fast, not so easy—but there it was. That first electric glance, the warmth of your hand around mine, and then... the first sip.
You were sweet in the nose, not sugary but soft—ripe cherry, crushed strawberry, a wink of anise. You drew me in. And then the rush hit. Mourvèdre's dark spice under Grenache’s velvet fruit, wild herbs brushing against the edge of my tongue like they’d been waiting for this moment, too.
I didn’t know it could feel like this. That something so light on its feet could carry so much weight. That the first time could be so grounded. I’ll never forget how gently you taught me to surrender.
Let it unfold over a slow mushroom tagliatelle, roast chicken soaked in jus, or just torn baguette with salty butter—no distractions, just desire.
Region: Vin de France, Southern Rhône, France Grapes: Grenache, Mourvèdre
