Anybody reading previous posts may have noticed the lack of pink wine. In short, it’s neither red nor white to its obvious disadvantage. An attempt to cook sea animals and rice, apologies to paella, to share with friends and it seemed inevitable the eminence gris of my wine loving mates would bring something as grudgingly lovely as this, just to enjoy confronting an unreasonable prejudice. Naughty boy. From high up on the biodiverse slopes of the Dentelles de Montmirail, it’s a very Provençal blend of 60% Grenache, 18% Syrah with the rest made up from Cinsault, Mourvèdre and Rolle. A very pretty onion skin tinged pink colour and a nose full of fragrant peach and apricot skin with a touch of red fruit. Delicate but rich with underpinnings of woody herbs and nuts. Clean and poised in the flavour department, more fragrant red fruits carried by mouthwatering acidity and just the right amount of skinsy grip. Alright, time to own up to really enjoying this.
14% alcohol. Screw cap, chapeau. Nice contribution to the table but don’t make a habit of it.
94 very pink girly points.
Cognitive Bottle Therapy 