From the jump, it’s like a red fruit rave in your nose—cherry, black currant, and that sultry haskap berry (yes, queen, I Googled it and now I stan). It's refreshingly unoaked—that’s right, not a splinter in sight—just pure, juicy elegance struttin’ through your palate like it owns the place.

The structure? Firm. Like the wine just finished Pilates and is serving core strength. The winemaker clearly had no time for bitter tannin drama, so they pressed early and said “BYE!” to anything trying to be extra. What’s left is a red so bright, fresh, and fun it practically demands to be chilled and paired with whatever you're throwing on the grill—or that one aunt’s famous turkey stuffing.

And let’s talk finish: long, fruity, and fabulous—just like your last situationship should’ve been.

In short: it’s giving picnic in Paris, it’s giving backyard BBQ glow-up, it’s giving red wine but make it flirty. Buy it. Chill it. Serve it. And tell your friends you only drink stainless-steel fermented reds now because you’re just that evolved.

Cheers, darling.