On the first slow spiral, the air opens: orchard whispers of pear drift into soft florals—rose petals pressed between pages—touched by grape skin, white peach flesh, and a glimmer of honeyed sunlight.
Then, the sip: a gentle unfolding. Pear leads the procession, followed by blooming florals and tender white peach, all rooted in the memory of orchard fruit. The body rests in a medium weight, warmed faintly by spirit, before dissolving into a lingering sweetness—soft, inevitable, like the last note of a dream you almost remember.
Happy Spring ya'll!
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