I had to choose one of these as a birthday bash bottle, for sentimental reasons amongst others. Short version - some thirty years ago I pitched up on Gaston Huet’s doorstep (house shown on label) without appointment, and said I would like to buy some wine. In the following hour I had the greatest epiphany of my wine-drinking life. And this bottle, along with its sisters, was boxed up and handed to me with a smile by Gaston himself. That makes me swallow hard and go moist-eyed when I think about it.
It’s utterly, utterly wonderful. Words fail me, really. Lusciously sweet but still with a little Chenin acidity that stops any chance of it being cloying. The taste seems to linger forever. Just great. And yes, it really is that colour!
Tonight this was paired with a selection of blue cheeses and The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady, which seemed to work. I will go to bed a happy old man.