I looked at you
You looked me
I smiled at you
You smiled at me

Yet we parted ways. A bit crazy, a bit hazy, a bit empty. A tower made of wet pebbles, decored with bread crumbs soaked in yeast-infused water. All that to guard a fading jasmine flower. Fresh, yes. But nothing special.

This bottle was part of the Chenin Blanc blind tasting organised by Vova Ulianov.