Hand-blown in the Vallée de la Bresle. 480 grams of lead-free crystal, so thick it bends the light before it reaches the juice.
Thirty-two percent absolute, macerated twelve weeks on oak. Nothing added to make it louder. Only time.
Smoked oak, turned by one family in the Jura, finished with a ring of brushed amber brass.
The first breath. Bright, cold, gone before you can hold it.
The conversation. Velvet petals over a low smoulder.
The memory. What stays on the collar long after you leave.