Ten years on tasting.
The color of goodness, so much emerald at his core. He prefers the old language, classicist in style with a tilt towards antediluvian. Unalloyed chassis of stone, cold to the touch, yet his impeccable fruit hangs beautifully on the bones. Lemon oil, acacia flower, iodine, sappy and layered. Electro-magnetic finish, rising. A backward Charlie, more Héritiers than Jadot, inching his way forward at a glacial pace. Seemingly infinite reserves to draw upon, so many stories still to tell. Now – 2025+.