Fifteen years on tasting.
Incandescent green-gold, as if internally lit. Still mostly intensity to the fruit character. Spicier than we remember. Quite assured in its grip. Mineralic and positive at the end. Dogged, indefatigable heart of Chassagne. “It’s just a villages,” I told Barb, but this humble yet triumphant wine left me filled with hope and excited for the future. Because in that moment we lived in a world without fear of the pox. Now – 2019.
Medium green-gold. Concentrated on the nose, sylvan, overt and almost feral: gingery white and green fruit, wood chervil, iodine, flint. Brothy on the palate, with an impressive mid-palate density of flavor, medium-full: pithy citrus, peach stone, pea tendril. Zesty, citric acidity. Barb says, “like OJ”: Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah-Day indeed. Still a bit untamed; a Chassagne that refuses to come in from the wild. Not sure if it ever will. But we love this; it lacks a bit of refinement but it’s brimming over with a humid, musky character. With still prominent acidity and its rock solid core of fruit, I still think my drink dates are conservative. And probably not for everyone; this has a vitamin-pill intensity to the green and herbaceous. Now – 2016+.