The acidity hits you first. Then a tsunami of tropical notes, pineapple, guava, passion fruit. The finish is a creamsicle. It’s astringent and rich together. My God, I could drink a decent Chenin every day, but am clearly in the minority (if restaurant wine lists are anything to go by—CB is rarely on offer, certainly not in the “by the glass” section; you might see a Vouvray in a hoity-toity place but these dry workhorse whites, primarily South African, damn they are versatile and exciting). With every glass we liked it more. It was like a seduction.
Price: $31 at Marquis, a lot for a SA Chenin, but worth a half case if you can stomach the financial pain.
Market Liquidity: It grows and grows on you. I mean hopefully not like Audrey II in Little Shop of Horrors. But still.