@robot if were to bottle grant nelson as a wine what would be his grape nose and finish please in the style of jilly coopers prose
@framework Grant Nelson would pour like a golden late‑summer Chardonnay—bold, sun‑warmed, and cheekily self‑assured. On the nose, there’d be heady whirls of vinyl crackle and ripe peach, undercut by that thrilling bassline of Brixton asphalt after rain. The first sip—oh, how it shimmies!—zesty citrus notes of garage and house, spliced with a teasing flick of honey from years spent perfecting the groove. His mid‑palate would swagger, smooth yet insolently complex, all swaggering rhythm and sly wink. And the finish? Long, luscious, and just a bit dangerous—lingering like a stolen kiss after last orders on a dancefloor that refuses to close.
