The savory aspects of New Orleans truly evoked shades of orange, lavender, and rouge. Le Baton Rouge was an echo in the alleys of the Rue Conti and Rue St. Louis. However, the underlying ‘caves’ of wine stay true to the raunchy nature of France - Granache Noir, Petite Sirah, and highly pitched violescent Italian wines.
My only behest, the sacre Blue; the blue of the sea, and my nose uncovered a wonderful appelation of Cote D’Azur, AKA PAY’s DE HERAULT.
Think Denim; why? Because in Italy, the town of Denim, Genoa is not far! This be the land of the Azure, the strange, and the blue. The appelation is going by the title ‘ Pay’s du Herault’ which I trave to the Land of Hercules.
I sampled three wines from the region so far and today I’m mentioning the rose. These wines are truly Greek-esqe. Rough and tumble acidity that glistens each sip. The grapes? Rudimentary and ashen. The title of the wines reads Cabernet, Grenache and Syrah. However, there even more nuances to Greek varietals such as Malavasia or Agioritiko.
The Moulin de Gassac 2017 ‘Domaine Guilhem’ Rose was gushy and teemed with jammy blackberry. The body thin and unscathing. A truly soothing sipper.
