A fairy at the disco. She lights up each tender taste bud on your tongue with the palpable beat of papaya, the stirring rhythm of strawberry and heart pumping thump of blood orange. Like fluorescent flowing coral she floats with each miniature footstep as she dances the night away, twirling her red rose petals and tap-tap-tapit-y tapping her pomegranate tea toes as she digs in for her patented black licorice slide; she laughs out loud with unabashed joy as she completes her famous lemongrass leap, showing off the deep intensity of her dark opal basil linen robe, of course, and all the while effortlessly overwhelming your senses as she splashes down in waterfalls of cherry cola, ruby grapefruit and passionate prickly pear. Try to tame her if you may, but her heart is that of a lioness having gorged on morcilla, briny grilled octopus, kalamata olive tapenade, and boquerones with fatty charred marrow on rustic bread straight from the bone. Now, as you gluttonously gulp down the vestiges in your glass, and she finishes off her titillating Tinku, don’t forget to note her generous dash of garam masala, her succulent stewed dainties, and her swarthy savory waffles lathered in lightly spiced Mexican chocolate mascarpone.

notes by clay selkirk, winemaker & all-around cowboy