Very pale color, extremely petillant, raised a significant, if short-lived, head when poured into the glass.
Peach smell, face-first in a home-made tub of applesauce, strolling in a night-blooming garden.
Sweet peach nectar, sweet farmstand apple cider, remains quite petillant on the tongue.
Right now this is a damned expensive bottle for $36.99, I foresee it calming, drying, and developing a strangely attractive petrochemical smell in five years or so. Time, I've learned, is Riesling's friend.
3 hours ago