Tuesday, April 4, 2023 - 3/9. Forsythia, lilac, orange blossom. Tectonic seams are in haste to drain sour red berry jam, beeswax, sandalwood, eel, roses, and baklava. Dry. Ebullient resin. Mannered. It's a column of layered information—illuminated of antique gold. The acidity is remarkable. Seething vinifera acids seep from the pores of fabric lofty in thread-count. This action is joined by disciplined and humorous yellow saccharide; and green, dollar-sized, blossoms. One might discover any virtuous botany in the tableau of flavor presented here—licorice, lemon curd, nori, pomegranate, mint. Structurally, it uses its grip. Brushed nickel leads to elaborate mineral relief. If I were forced to conjure a criticism, I might say its so far within the realm of manner and hygiene that it might fail to amuse the most dedicated of raw wine lovers. I can only hope they leave their allocations for me!
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