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I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I'd opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity.
I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I'd opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity.
That's the first time I find some unconfortable oak on a Cavarodes. Pretty much noticiable in the mouth. A bit frustrating despite the interesting fruit.
That's the first time I find some unconfortable oak on a Cavarodes. Pretty much noticiable in the mouth. A bit frustrating despite the interesting fruit.
Arbois, Jura, France
