You didn’t expect it to feel like this—so soft, so sudden. Bagatelle moves like a question: gentle at first, a flicker of strawberry, crushed cherry, and something earthbound curling underneath. But then the Pinot opens up, slow and breathy, and you're gone. There’s a shimmer of spice, a flutter of tension, tannins as delicate as a first touch that lingers a little too long.
It's not trying to overwhelm you. It just wants to show you what happens when you let your guard down. When you taste something new and realise you’ve been waiting for it all along.
Serve it just a little cool, with paper-thin prosciutto, fresh figs, or that look across the table that says “we're not pretending, are we?”
