2021 Ambar

I showed up in face paint and nothing else.
You opened the wine anyway. That’s on you.

I taste like orange zest rubbed on a trampoline, peach skins in a confessional booth, and a wet herbal slap that makes you question the word “maceration.” I’m slightly fizzy. Or maybe that’s just you shaking.

You said, “Is this chilled?”
I said, “Do you feel chilled?”
Then I handed you a slice of grapefruit and told you to bite it while staring directly into the wine.

Am I balanced? Emotionally? God, no. Structurally? Impeccably.
Am I delicious? You’re already on your third glass.

Serve with pickled things, food you can eat off a frisbee, or a three-course meal made entirely of mistakes.
It’s not about understanding me.
It’s about surrendering to the punchline.

Region: Lazio, Italy
Grapes: Malvasia, Trebbiano, Ottonese