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The spicy, salty, orange-tinged character of Tradition Rose is a departure from a mainstream world that wants rosés in a certain style. The almost forgotten Tibouren, an ancient grape of the Mediterranean basin, is a "champion" for the estate and covers over 50% of the total plantings. In Cuvee Tradition it constitutes 90% of the blend and after maturing...
Facing such a great terroir you can only stand in awe and respect. The effort to minimize interventions is aimed at enhancing the potential of the old vineyards. They seem to unfold their "memories" in the wine, giving great complexity and absolute balance. Without excesses, but full-bodied and rich, with charmingly ripe fruit along with multiple aromatic...
Tight flesh, wonderfully athletic but without overdoing it. Next to the classic Chablis rigour, a silky, dense sensation is added, probably as a result of the wine's stay with the lees for several months. It is ripe but not with an intensely creamy and boringly buttery texture. Juicy citrus balances the mineral side of the wine and blends harmoniously...
Stylish and extremely complex on the nose, notes of ripe lemon and citrus jam, freshness of mint and pompous mineral character along with tobacco. On the palate there is the classic - a la Chablis - rigour but with dense texture and depth of fruit, in a yin-yang type of interconnection that leads to perfect balance. The tensions on the palate testify to...
Le Prieuré de Saint-Céols was founded just 20 years ago on the remains of an old monastic convent of Benedictine monks of the 13th century by Pierre Jacolin. In 2020, the baton was passed on to Marie and Joseph de Maistre who took over the estate and cultivate it with organic farming principles and great care. For 15 years, no herbicides have ever been...
The movement was so natural, so exquisite in its gentleness, it wasn't until I opened my eyes that I understood my limbs were touching only air. I was not far off the ground - no more than an inch or two- but I hung there without effort, suspended like the moon in the night sky, motionless and aloft, conscious only of the air fluttering in an out of my lungs. I can't say how long I hovered like that, but at a certain moment, with the same slowness and gentleness as before, I eased back to the ground.
