Look at us, drinking Gigondas. Must have won the lottery.
This is, absolutely and unequivocally a gorgeous expression of French wine making, and yet another testament to how the Rhone can waver between old school and cutting edge without a whiff of pretense. No oak. “Say whaaaaaaat?” I hear Mr. Parker say. Soft, velvet, velveteen, velour, how soft do you need to go? Which is not say no edge, there is is a deeply flavoured, smoky, purple bubble gum nuance that pops like magic. No leather, you’d expect it, but no barnyard, more concord grape veering towards grape Kool Aid. Gorgeous on the palate, wonderful finish, hugely enjoyable.
Price: $30 USD before the CDN dollar tanked.
Market Liquidity: Disturbingly alluring.