Grapey, tar, tobacco, simple and nice.
Grapey, tar, tobacco, simple and nice.
Mar 25th, 2016
Virevolte, 40 cab franc 40 merlot 20 cab sauv.
Extra fun et drinkable, low so2 20mg/l total.
Région du haut médoc (Arsac)
By "Closerie des Moussis", confidential quantity
Virevolte, 40 cab franc 40 merlot 20 cab sauv.
Extra fun et drinkable, low so2 20mg/l total.
Région du haut médoc (Arsac)
By "Closerie des Moussis", confidential quantity
Sep 30th, 2015
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.
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.
Apr 19th, 2025
Haut-Médoc, Médoc, Bordeaux, France
