This is a breakneck jai alai match on a warm Miami night. Watch the ball rebound off red-berry graffitied walls, whipping through air hazy with cherry cola and Arturo Fuente cigar smoke. All that chili-flake velocity, corralled and redirected into sweet tomato and paprika-dusted depths. Ricocheting from one to the next faster than you can track—a stunning dichotomy of raw power and obsidian calm. And when someone hands you a wicker scoop, all you can do is close your eyes, let it rip, and hope you don’t catch it with your face.
100% New French Oak, for 30 months
