A blend of weizens, blondes, and Saisons aged in white wine barrels, with lackluster results. There’s a tart green apple almost leaning toward diacetyl, but don’t worry some barefoot tier cloying Riesling grape is here to muddy the waters. Even regular ass Apricot is much much better than this. The nose actually very pleasant with sparking wine, pressed cider and champagne brut. It still can’t redeem this recessive gene version of Confession.

The finish is long and dry with a weird greasiness meets Pinot Grigio, the pricing is a hilarious twist of the testicles to polish off the experience.