A gilded canary yellow.  Sève, almost gelatinous: roasted lemon, singed hazelnut, peach kernel, acacia honey.  A mighty, extrovert Champs Canet, the concentration and texture of demi glacé.  Underneath, a Puligny of torque, filigree and sophistication, without the diffidence one finds in younger Carillon.  Lattice-like and explicit, the acidity lending clarity and dimension to the minerality.  A moving, emotive Champs-Canet; made us want to hug and kiss everyone in sight.  Drink soon.  Will keep very well.