It drifts toward you through the orchard mist—barefoot, golden-skinned, dripping with stolen sunlight. Pepin Orange is no ordinary mortal. It's a creature of myth, of tangled vines and broken promises, of citrus peel and the secret breath of fermenting apricots.
The first sip is a spell: juicy tangerine and bruised melon sliding across your tongue, a touch of wild herbs gripping your lips, the soft scrape of tannin leaving marks you won't see until later. It's not here to follow rules—it was made to tempt, to tease, to tug you off the well-lit path into somewhere greener, darker, sweeter.
Best chased with grilled halloumi, ripe nectarines torn open with your hands, or a lazy summer afternoon where time folds in on itself and you forget who’s supposed to be leading.
Region: Alsace, France Grapes: Blend of Alsatian varieties (typically Pinot Gris, Gewürztraminer, Riesling)
