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?

Pure delight. This wine dances - lithe, floral, seductive. Think rose Turkish delight wrapped in a cloud of fragrant red berries and bright spice. It's clean, precise, and deeply expressive. On the palate, it strikes a perfect chord: vibrant acidity, featherlight body, mineral backbone, and just enough youthful grip to keep things tense and electric. It's charged, alive. The kind of wine you want to open side by side with Sadie Family's Pofadder - not just for the shared grape (Cinsault), but for the quiet dialogue between histories. My favourite of the night.