You weren’t meant to taste this. It feels like catching a conversation not meant for you—quiet, intimate, revealing.
In the glass, it shimmers pale gold, restrained but magnetic. You sip, and it unfurls slowly: lemon curd, baked pear, a breeze of white flowers. Then the deeper whispers come—wet stone, almond skin, and a wisp of lees-aged depth that hums beneath it all.
It doesn’t ask for your attention. It just assumes you’ll keep watching.
Serve with grilled sea bass, a mushroom fricassée, or that cheese tart you don’t tell anyone you make just for yourself.
Region: Arbois, Jura, France Grapes: Chardonnay, Savagnin
