Subtitle: 15° alcohol.
Sad and disheartening, towards the end of the meal, to see the level of the bottle, just above half.
How to say, just each a glass and stop.
You could feel the subject, unfortunately mortified by that alcohol volume.
Discreet nose: exotic fruits and citrus, a marine breath, but so uncomfortable that acute alcohol.
Mouth substantially aligned, with wobbly balance.
Flaky, and not worse, only thanks to the continuous and constant ice belt. Somersaults to avoid irreversible wheelies.
Slight hints of almond and sapid touches, for a final fiery hot and sweet mold.
I was sorry.