“They didn’t explicitly tell you not to play football in the Garden of Versailles, but when Carl gets tackled into a fountain and Kurt sti-arms a
statue, you draw some attention. Soon, jet-setting tourists and French elites have lined the lawn, clad in lavender dresses and earthy blueberry button-ups. Thyme, wet stones, and spicy rose accompany every sack and one-handed grab. The crowd gets rowdier by the minute. And when security shows up, you’re high-stepping through the daffodils—time to show them exactly why you were all-state in high school.
WINERY NOTES: “Ultra extracted by California sunshine and a bit of that classic Russell P. From “don’t pick it till you’ve finished your Christmas shopping” magic, this is the most dangerous wine I’ve made yet. For anyone who drinks French roast and likes their bacon extra crispy”.