like picking ripe red berries from a shovelful of potting soil. killer acid and a flash of brightness before descending deep into the earth for hearty notes of soul and root; clay and compost. all sorts of smooth black granite serve to ground the wine (no pun intended) while the fully open palate lends itself to fleeting notes of cocoa powder and cherry compote. all around this is about as “old world” a fleurie you can get in my experience; a truly “close to the ground” (pun intended) showing of gamay in a way that most modern producers avoid: in all its soily, crunchy majesty.
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like picking ripe red berries from a shovelful of potting soil. killer acid and a flash of brightness before descending deep into the earth for hearty notes of soul and root; clay and compost. all sorts of smooth black granite serve to ground the wine (no pun intended) while the fully open palate lends itself to fleeting notes of cocoa powder and cherry compote. all around this is about as “old world” a fleurie you can get in my experience; a truly “close to the ground” (pun intended) showing of gamay in a way that most modern producers avoid: in all its soily, crunchy majesty.