You met in the woods. Not by accident. You wore red, they wore fur. The first sip growls low—Syrah in heat, all black plum, cracked pepper, and the raw scent of wet earth. Cinsault follows close behind, softer, teasing, with just enough juicy red fruit to leave a scratch across your tongue.
But then it shifts. Something unexpected brushes against your leg. Chardonnay Muscaté, raised in old barrels, sneaks in with floral perfume and citrus oil, smoothing the growl into a purr. It's a wine that wants to pin you down and nuzzle your neck after. Gentle, until it’s not.
You’re flushed by the end. Grilled lamb still pink in the centre, roasted carrots lacquered with honey and cumin, a wedge of Comté melting slow beside you. There’s bark under your knees and moonlight in your wine. No one saw you leave the party. But someone’s paw prints are on your thighs.
Region: Auvergne, France Grapes: Syrah, Cinsault, Chardonnay Muscaté
