This is the Tuesday-night-that-turns-into-something wine. You opened it because dinner deserved better than a beer, and now it's an hour later, the pasta bowls are pushed to the side, and someone's topped you up without asking. Wild red fruits up front, a savoury streak running through the middle that makes you go "oh, hello," and a finish that lingers like the conversation. It's grown-up but not serious, the kind of red that earns its keep whether it's a Wednesday roast chook or a Saturday with the good plates out.
