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(#169) DOMAINE CHANDON
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My little grape is off in La Belle France, plumping herself with food and wine and ecstatic light. Her skin shiny tight, ready to burst. Harvest is on her mind, the fruit yearning for the press. Aching for transformation from juice so sweet it hurts your teeth, breathlessly anticipating the joyful yeasty pirouette. Bubbles rushing through heady overpowering fermentation perfume. Yesterday she was on the vine, soaking up days. Tomorrow she will be new wine, sleepy with promise. What will she become? Not a deep, brooding red, thick and musky. Not a delicate white. Maybe a sun-stored golden Sauterne-she could go that way. Perhaps a pixie-bright Gewürztraminer, supple and spicy. An impish champagne, thrilling with effervescence? Right now most signs point to a Blanc de Noirs, gamin-sparkling with rose blush, but packing quite a kick. She'll improve with time, that's for sure. |