Piollot Père et Fils, Brut Nature Rosé ‘Les Gravelées’ Aube 2004

Fifteen years on.

Orange-pink.  Evocative in the most inscrutable way, a map of your soul you set down and can’t locate anymore.  Hold my hand and into the fog we go, wolfbane and groseille and the endless forest floor.  The finish limns that tiny line between the mystic and the sentimental.  Now.

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