Birgit Braunstein Leithaberg DAC Blaufränkisch

Slate and dark cherry, held tight by a spine of acidity that never lets the wine go soft. This is restraint as a form of feeling, not its absence. It's the kind of bottle you open for an evening that's quietly falling apart, where nobody raises their voice. Drink it with something that understands dignity is sometimes the only thing left to hold onto.