only the vineyard’s own breath and rhythm
raising a toast in celebration of gorgeous drinkability:
Whomever loved this Carignane is now dead for over a 100 years – and he (or she) took their secret with them
like threads of pale cassis and pomegranate skin tightening with each breath
These aromatics remind me of Oregon
Wittmann Spatburgunder Estate Rum only the vineyard’s own breathCool fruited and quietly mineral, this opens with red cherry skin, tart currant, and blood orange peel, layered with dried rose, fennel seed, and a faint chalky note that speaks to limestone rich Rheinhessen soils. The palate is light to medium bodied and finely drawn, with crisp acidity and delicate, powdery tannins shaping the fruit rather than softening it. Subtle savory tones of tea leaf and wet stone emerge through the mid palate, carrying into a