french disko cinsault

Pure delight - the name doesn't lie, this thing actually dances. Rose-scented Turkish delight wrapped in bright red berries and electric spice. Tom Lubbe's carbonic magic turning ancient Cinsault into something weightless but profound. The palate's a perfect contradiction: featherlight body with serious mineral backbone, vibrant acid keeping everything tense, just enough youthful grip to remind you this isn't some simple glou-glou. It's clean, precise, deeply expressive - like watching a ballerina who could also kick your ass. This is why natural wine matters: when it's done right, nothing else feels this alive. Oops, did I say it?