2014 Bonnezeaux

If you've ever sat outside, in a vineyard, midnight-blue sky flung velvet above you, studded with tiny stars, white-sharp, warm air soft as the breath of the breath of a sleeping child... if you've sat there, maybe there was a candle flickering an arm's length from your wrist, maybe you could smell the wild mint crushed sweet under your hand. Maybe you could taste the last wrinkled vineyard peach, the sticky spicy-thin-skin sweetness of that bunch of grapes that was left on the vine just at your left shoulder because it was a Muscat table grape vine which had winkled its way into the vineyard sixty years ago and made grapes that tasted like soft kisses instead of wine. Maybe you can taste the apricot honey and cumin spice. Maybe you would crumple, the way I did, saying, 'please don't make me write a review of this beautiful wine because I can't find the right words...' (TC)