A syncopated scene-stepper with savory rhetoric and abnormally attractive palate math. She flies in with that charcoal charm and chocolate-tuned geography, jazz from one minute to next before transmogrifying into atmospheric and ambient space, sound, texture yes… but stare. Her glare proves formidably but not forcefully.
All a rhythmic Durif sea, indeed. Eased beat as I head nod to said soft lot and I’m caught. She has me taken and taught, shaken and lost. More bright with an additional swirl, glass tango and at an angle. Pour more amour… What I needed at day’s close.