It starts with an innocent sip. Just one. Just to taste. And then suddenly, you’re in a whirlwind of citrus-stained lips, sticky fingers, and absolutely no personal space. This wine doesn’t ask permission—it straddles your senses, knees pressing into your ribcage, gripping you in all the right places.
Apricots, orange peel, and chamomile come first, but they’re just foreplay. The real action hits when the tannins sink their teeth in—oh yeah, there’s texture, baby. A little rough, a little wild, like hands pulling at the hem of your shirt before you even realize what’s happening. It’s herbal, floral, a little salty, and definitely not here to keep things neat.
And just when you think it’s over? Nope. The finish clings, lingers, maybe even overstays its welcome—but let’s be real, neither of you were planning on sleeping tonight anyway.
Pair it with spicy mango salad, miso-glazed eggplant, or literally whatever’s left in the fridge when you finally come up for air.
