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Los Longhorns
born from the bright glare of a texas afternoon and a little chaos. this unfiltered beauty runs on skin contact and stubbornness riesling, gewürztraminer, and blanc du bois holding hands through the dust. it’s a natural orange glow, like sunset bouncing off the limestone of the hill country. wild, alive, and not interested in polishing itself for anyone.
nose: sun-warmed apricot, guava,citrus