The first scent doesn’t rise from the glass. It circles you. Red berries, cracked stone, a faint coil of garrigue that moves like it remembers the heat of the hills it came from. You try again, closer this time, and the aroma slips just out of reach. It wants you to chase it.
The sip lands differently than expected, stretching time for a moment. Carignan’s dark fruit pulls you in, Grenache warms the edges, Syrah whispers a shape you can’t quite name. Everything feels slightly heightened, like the room brightened without the lights changing. The wine does not seduce you. It rearranges you.
Flavours appear and vanish as if the bottle has its own pulse. A streak of rosemary, a shadow of plum, a flash of something savoury that makes your mouth water before you understand why. You drink again to find the answer and realise the wine has already shifted into something new.
Serve it with roasted lamb or blistered vegetables, dishes that glow under heat and salt. This is not a wine you master. It is a wine you experience, one ripple at a time, until you forget what it tasted like and only remember how it felt.
Region: Corbières, France Grapes: Carignan, Grenache, Syrah
