Mani di Luna’s ‘Oh La La’
A most unusual rose of fifty percent Chenin Blanc blended with fifty percent Sangiovese. Strawberries and cream, wild berries at the market, demure cat lapping a saucer of milk, Mediterranean kiss of citrus and sea, bowl of freshly washed cherries on kitchen counter marble. Light and playful but seductive and elegant still in its texture. The first fifteen degree day of spring when you wear your favourite sundress and feel like a dream; summer dancing just right there on the tip of the tongue, so close you can almost taste it. Fresh seaside air weaving through the subtlest whiff of Diptyque on a passing stranger, salt and perfume so beguiling you’re craning back to catch another moment of them before your mind has even registered what your body is doing. The ideal unexpected guest who shows up as your friends’ plus-one to the party you last-minute throw in your apartment, a perfect conversationalist — so fun and so casually intellectual, gentle lulls punctuated by warm flirting eyes and furtive smiles. So delicate in the sweetness of its experience; so precious.