It’s worth spending a bit of time just admiring this wine in the glass and seeing if you can come up with a name for the colour.
Like the faintest pinky orange glimmer on the edge of a pale grey cloud at sunrise. Provençale pink? A bathful of rose petals on the nose. Pretty and alluring up front but with genuine edginess at the back palate. The texture is all soft meringue peaks and valleys but the flavours are tart and tight, like newly-ripe wild strawberries. We urge you to share. SOLD OUT