Spatburgunder Rose Brut

This wine leapt out of the bottle at me in a way that made me think ‘crud this wine has something to say and I don’t know if I’ll like it’. Whatever it was—almost some beer notes? makes some sense being from a country with a month devoted to beer— bounded out of the bottle. On the palate a more restrained refresher. For some reason when I drink this wine I close my eyes and see sea turqoise waves made of cardboard—like the ones in old-time plays that stagehands pull back and forth to emulate ocean waves. Cool and a touch of salinity. Ooh and it just pulled out a bouquet of roses. A little old-school, a little surprising, and always the gentleman this wine is a catch.