From vines that march with Vaudésir and extends from Grenouilles to the tree line at Valmur’s summit; this high-altitude site that runs from east to due south all the way to west.  Planted by William Fèvre’s father in ’47, ’48, and ’52.

Canary-yellow streaked in emerald.  Entering full maturity now.  Its sweeter, ripe green fruit now shaded in yellow and orange.  Soothing intimations of meringue, urchin roe and quartz.  Still diligent precision and fine, lapidary cut.  The peroration is mineralic as always, resplendent in marl and oyster-shell, the austerity of its youth pounded out into something more tapered, beneficent.  Evocative Valmur.  No reason to hold this; drink soon.  Will keep well.