They didn’t explicitly tell you not to play football in the Garden of Versailles, but when Carl gets tackled into a fountain and Kurt stiff-arms a statue, you draw some attention. Soon, jet-setting tourists and French elites have lined the lawn, clad in lavender dresses and earthy blueberry button-ups. Thyme, wet stones, and spicy rose accompany every sack and one-handed grab. The crowd gets rowdier by the minute. And when security shows up, you’re high-stepping through the daffodils—time to show them exactly why you were all-state in high school.
92 Points, Wine Advocate
