It opens in funk. Thick, savoury and unapologetically rich. There’s spice in the air that's earthy and grounded, like heat rising off a cast iron pan long after the flame is gone with a dark grape undertone. Then the purple slips in with a dark grape undertone. It hums beneath the savoury weight, indulgent without being polite. This is not refinement. It is appetite. Grape Burger doesn’t sparkle. It satisfies.