With majestic height and the grace that comes with physical strength, she is the impossibly wealthy and enviably blond mistress of the Meursault manor house.
Having flown in for the summer, she pulls open oak-framed French doors allowing the deeply floral breeze to billow spring dust from the white curtains. Her heels click audibly along a polished granite hallway to the kitchen where she idly crunches a celery stick and surveys lunch preparations – provençale rabbit. Swaby 2012 evokes with unyielding elegance a vintage of comfort and success.
We normally seat this wine beside our Swaby Chardonnay for sheer richness of expression.
This year’s Gower – like Swaby – is a firm nod to Old World sensibilities. Lifted and downright Burgundian-pretty on the nose. Rhubarb and tomato leaf atop spicy forest undergrowth. On the palate the depth is more apparent with tempting flavours of soft, ripe raspberries and the tang of black mulberries. You can drink this wine without food. Come to think of it, you may not even need a glass.