Shades of rust, a whiff of the sea, he’s energetic and rigorous, not as sweet as ’98. Less obscure on day two but like alot of ’99s he’s still a bit tucked in, reluctant to reveal his hidden facets. Countrified at the end, a four-square fist of blackened earth, salt, mineral. Now – 2020+.
Just dug one of these from the dungeon. Autumn and isolation loom here in Melbourne, a suitably bracing antidote I hope.
My bottle came back in hand luggage, those were the days, from the amazing Caves d’Augé in Paris.
Cheers, Andrew of the dodgy blog cognitivecellarthery.co
I think Burguet’s Champeaux will pair quite well with solitude and the fall season. Thank you for sharing tonight, I hope you bottle was is good form.