Zweigelt below the belt

Nose: A park with wet or moist trees, cherry tart.
Palate: nice acidity, spicy red fruit with a chocolate note. Cayenne. Herbal note before finish. Oregano. Earth and funk Graham crackers later on after some decant and drink.

Picked up at the airport and taken to a quaint little village south of Vienna.
It’s a pretty obscure station. A fruit bowl on the kitchen table. The parents aren’t home.  Moms gone to market, dads working. You can smell the fruit. You need a quick shower; she’ll join you just for kicks.
You can pick up the breeze through the curtains. The water's hot. She’s always been hot.
There’s a spicy tiding missionary, and a slicing droolingly playful bottom.
Piecrust in here. Who doesn’t like pie?
There’s no TV here, so you have to focus. Focus man…  it’s a light late afternoon.

This wines skippy and horny. She walks around wearing a towel around her pretty red hair, and the darker red towel from shoulders down.
Do you know what they call graham crackers in Austria? Me neither. I should probably look that up, but I'm too lazy. Reminiscing here now, at the beginning, travelling toward the few hours we have together.

The nose is now progressing. She’s got notes of the used brown interior of the cab we took in from the airport. From the balcony of the flat, a sweet berry brightness.
But, after the skyrockets in flight, you’ve done something to piss her off.

Your perception of wood didn’t really exist anyway. A bit more of a steely glance from her.. She’s a little thin; the mountains are actually rolling hills,
The family comes home, there’s still residue of holding hands on the couch and introduction, but the moment’s gone.

You excuse yourself, sadly looking in the mirror, and take a breath.
You’ll see her again, but she’ll have changes, and so will you.

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Nigl Blauer Zweigelt 2007