Orange Alb de Onițcani

The aromatic profile dives into a gritty narrative of crushed sunflower seeds, tar, and spoiled fruits that take a nasty turn. Rotting dried apricot and honey make a quirky cameo, painting a strange, offbeat picture. Transitioning to the palate, time is a slight healer; it starts to open up, with a good jolt of acidity cutting through the murk. The aftertaste lingers with shades of dried apricots, making a lasting, albeit grim impression. This one demands a good deal of breathing time, yet remains a tough nut to crack. The heavy, filthy persona makes it a hard sip to settle with, a rough draft in a sea of polished scripts.