You're already barefoot by the time the second glass hits the table. Not because it's hot, but because this wine wants to feel your arches press into cool tile. It’s the way the Gamay struts in—plush and pulpy with dark cherries, bruised strawberries, and something faintly feral, like the scent of damp skin under linen.
But this isn’t all red fruit and come-hither. That 20% Chardonnay Muscaté? It’s the unexpected ankle kiss, the citrus oil rubbed into your heel. A touch floral, a little electric. Amphora-aged, but not soft—it adds curve, not comfort. You curl your toes. The wine grins.
You drag your foot slowly across their shin. They pretend not to notice, but the bottle’s already been chilled for round two. Lamb skewers blistered over flame, roasted plums, warm pita with whipped feta and sumac. You lick the salt off your fingers—and theirs.
Region: Auvergne, France Grapes: Gamay, Chardonnay Muscaté
