Languedoc Roussillon, France
Viognier with a Vibe. This wine is basically a peachy daydream in a glass. It kicks off with a burst of freshness and acidity that’s unusually lively for a Viognier, like it had a double espresso before showing up. Think white fleshy peach doing yoga in a field of jasmine and chamomile, aromatic, but not the kind that slaps you in the face with a bouquet. Just enough to make you feel fancy.
Then comes the minerality: it starts with a whisper on the nose and ends with a full-on salty surprise mic drop on your palate. Like licking a rock at Hanlon's Point (but in a good way, really). Citrus? Oh yes. Lemon juice, lemon zest, maybe even lemon doing cartwheels. And a cameo from nectarine just to keep things juicy.
It’s got drive, it’s got energy, and it’s got texture. Like a wine that knows how to dance and write a killer short story. That light bitterness at the back? It’s the plot twist that keeps you turning the page… or, in this case, cracking another bottle.
Viognier with a Vibe. This wine is basically a peachy daydream in a glass. It kicks off with a burst of freshness and acidity that’s unusually lively for a Viognier, like it had a double espresso before showing up. Think white fleshy peach doing yoga in a field of jasmine and chamomile, aromatic, but not the kind that slaps you in the face with a bouquet. Just enough to make you feel fancy.
Then comes the minerality: it starts with a whisper on the nose and ends with a full-on salty surprise mic drop on your palate. Like licking a rock at Hanlon's Point (but in a good way, really). Citrus? Oh yes. Lemon juice, lemon zest, maybe even lemon doing cartwheels. And a cameo from nectarine just to keep things juicy.
It’s got drive, it’s got energy, and it’s got texture. Like a wine that knows how to dance and write a killer short story. That light bitterness at the back? It’s the plot twist that keeps you turning the page… or, in this case, cracking another bottle.