đŸ’„WACKY WONDERSđŸ’„

by Megan Jones

What’s up winos,

 

Megan here in the countdown to holiday mode, so you won’t be hearing from me for a while (a week). Just wanted to pre-empt the outrage, the crowds protesting in the streets, the angry phone calls, etc. Don’t worry, I’ll be back filling your inboxes with average chat before you know it. But before I go, I’ve got a new load of bangers to tell you about. Packing my bag will just have to wait.

Fresh beauties from the magical mind of Robinot just landed. First up is a fun pink fizzer, weird like all things Robinot, dubbed ‘The Crazy Years’ (yah I speak French, don’t even worry about it) - strawberry fruited and peppery. Next up is another addition to Robinot’s prolific Chenin offerings, the lively Bistrologie (that’s not actually a word, so I didn’t translate it for you. Frenchies don’t @ me if it is a word, take it up with the dictionary). Positively humming with pent-up energy, Bistro is all honeyed fruit, apricots and flinty minerality, finished off with Robinot’s calling card, a ripping acid line. One to age, if you’re into that, or one to smash now, if you’re into that. I’m very much of the latter camp, having missed the whole patience is a virtue lesson at school. Too busy taking French classes, heh. These two are great intros to Robinot if you’re new to the guy, with nicely matching entry level prices. Ya welcome. If you like what he’s putting out there, shop the whole lot here.

In a similarly wacky vein, we’ve got the new’uns in from Domaine l’Octavin as alluded to by Dan himself last week, generously offering you the chance to try b4 u buy ahead of our event in May, tickets for which are flying. Don’t come crying to me if you miss them. We’ve got a heavily aromatic Savagnin, exotic fruited and heady thanks to two months’ skin contact, a red n white blend that’s fragrant and light on its feet, and a beautifully perfumed Trousseau. If you just can’t wait until May, or if you just want to see what the fuss is all about, shop ‘em here. 

Sticking with the Jura (coz when are we not?), elite piss just landed in the form of Michel Gahier, whose wines just landed in England for the first time (or the first time in a long time, I can’t remember). Proper benchmark stuff, we’ve got three of his Trousseaus, ranging from light, refreshing piss off young vines to deep, complex old vine stuff. Something for everyone, as we love to do. For the white wine girlies we’ve got a topped up Chardy, a semi-oxy Chardy, and a fully oxy Melon a Queue Rouge which is about as rare as catching Fionn drinking old school classic Bordeaux. That is to say, very rare indeed. We’ve also got his game-changing Vin Jaune. Coz we had to buy everything. That’s why these shelves be groaning. These are proper limited so get your paws on them while you still can. Or before I do.

Last up we’ve got our last few spots for wine school just waiting to be filled by u. Week one was a roaring, pissed-up success, so don’t miss out on your chance to get smart. Ticks here.

Enough from me, that Mallorcan sun is calling. SEE U SOON!

xoxo

Megan