Peppery, smoky Syrah with an earthy edge that feels like freshly turned soil. Tender dark fruit first, then something colder, like the woods past the pet cemetery.
Tar, dried rose and cellar-floor funk give a graveyard perfume. Its tannins grip like the book's refusal to let the dead go.
A father's love curdles into something unspeakable in the Maine woods; the dread builds with every spade of earth. Domestic tenderness and cosmic horror share the same cold ground.
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