Mosel, Germany
Alighting upon this particular Riesling, I felt excited, like a recovering alcoholic, heart aflutter, throwing away a 10 year chip for that nostalgic something special dreamed of for oh so very many restless nights.
Probably the most indelible white wine that I came upon while visiting winemakers and their vineyards in Germany, my splendorous import, emblazoned with the only recently permitted designation of the enigma that is "Feinherb", showed all of the orotund fruit notes of a late harvest selection from old vines, but with the complementing tilt of a dry, breezy and crisp attack of herbs, citrus, apple and the whip-crack of an undead acidity.
Alighting upon this particular Riesling, I felt excited, like a recovering alcoholic, heart aflutter, throwing away a 10 year chip for that nostalgic something special dreamed of for oh so very many restless nights.
Probably the most indelible white wine that I came upon while visiting winemakers and their vineyards in Germany, my splendorous import, emblazoned with the only recently permitted designation of the enigma that is "Feinherb", showed all of the orotund fruit notes of a late harvest selection from old vines, but with the complementing tilt of a dry, breezy and crisp attack of herbs, citrus, apple and the whip-crack of an undead acidity.
