Greasy grimy fruit, dirt under nails, sweat stain on back, August thunderstorm on asphalt, the impossible desire for an almost-legal at the peak of nature’s beauty. A shy flash of smile, dark eyes sparkling, that glisten on cotton and olive skin, running towards the woods, numbing you to anything else with the most powerful attraction ever: natural simplicity. Polish barely taking hold, even after 16 years, alive and vibrant, fruit elegant while still managing the rawness proving Tannat purposefull.
Who doesn’t love madiran?
2000 CH. VIELLA VILLAGE Madiran 12.5