Expected purple-black without variance. Ripe plums and rich prunes dance the dance of dawn and dusk. Dried blackberry and red currant trace their steps. Clean waters flow and blueberry and elderberry emerge. Even bacon fat. This is plump Bordeaux. Graphite washes thinly, revealing black currant and lingonberry fleetingly before settling on dried lavender and dried mallow blossom and briny violet. True to the rue. Tart cherries peek through windows in the rain-slicked, cobbled alley. Cranberry skin. #Bordeaux #chateauFéretLambert #Grézillac #BordeauxRouge #FrenchWine #wine #redwine #bordeauxsupérieur #merlotblend — 5 years ago
Easy drinking, neutral red wine — 8 months ago
Musk melon quickly followed by apple blossom. Very light and low in acidity. — a year ago
Yes, this a chamboursin fortified build….nevertheless it may be one of the best I’ve had to date! The key, I think, was that 202 was a classic vintage - avg temps and rain….so more exaggerated sugar levels, rather balance in the red hybrid fruit. This actually took on a classic ruby port profile. A rare accomplishment…well done Nate! — 4 years ago
1/4th Syrah, Cabernet Sauvignon,Grenache and cinsault. A lovely full bodied lip smacking edgy wine... great flavor and easy drinking... perfect for cocktails icy cold at dusk on a hot day! — 5 years ago
Strong aromas of pear. Lightly floral. Smooth with Lots of acidity in the finish. — 9 months ago
Wily and coy, leading me down a dusk-lit walkway of cobblestones and cascading ivy, whispering and beckoning through the shadows to a well hidden speakeasy entrance where it knows the doorperson. Must let it open for some minutes before tasting, let the demons out and then the softness reveals itself….
sallywilde.bandcamp.com — 3 years ago
Peachy blush color. Minerally. Fresh. Salt. Very brief skin contact. Warm Mediterranean Sea. Dusk. — 5 years ago
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In the glass, the Virevolte Haut-Médoc unfurls like a velvet curtain parting on an opera at dusk. Its robe is a brooding garnet—deep, moody, suggestive of candlelit chiaroscuro and philosophical malaise. The bouquet is an olfactory aria: first, a plume of graphite and cigar box, as though the wine spent its formative years in the library of a Parisian diplomat. These give way to whispers of stewed blackcurrant, truffle ash, and petrichor on polished leather, evoking an autumnal horseback ride through the forgotten paths of Gascony.
On the palate, the wine does not so much speak as pronounce. The structure is austere yet self-assured, with tannins that march in double-breasted formation. Merlot offers a baritone plushness, while Cabernet Sauvignon contributes a tensile, almost Stoic verticality. Subtle mineral tension runs like a minor key through the mid-palate—an ode, perhaps, to the gravelly terroir that birthed it.
The finish is prolonged and philosophical—less an end than a Socratic ellipsis. One is left pondering not only the provenance of the wine but the transience of joy itself. — 6 hours ago