A certain syrupy seduction. Fantastic color, which appeared to slightly darken, or blossom, the longer it napped in the bowl of my glass. Coquettish chords of dark cherry, tobacco, spice, and maple stroke senses. Tannins: tamed, agreeable, purring lionesses. The finish, a rich summation, and continuation, of this poetically quixotic meeting.
Upon sips three, four, and more, I’m spellbound by the touch of this wine, the way her notes approach gently, assure pleasure. Leaning into this cushion, I marvel at its posture, the errorless essence of her ethereal elements. Sip again, to reconnect. Reassured. Oenological witchcraft. Loving the spell which secures and cures me.