This time I made three of
a kind, as three bottles, even half convinced me; moreover the type - blanc de
blancs - which is considered the house’s specialty.
With white grape coming from
4 villages Gc - Oger, Cramant, Avize
and Le Mesnil sur Oger - is not peregrine to expect fireworks, but unfortunately for
me, this time it was different.
About the smells, I place
them, not so much in the territory "delicate", but rather in the
evanescent/fugitive. Excluding a good freshness, a discreet touch of white
flowers and a faint hint of citrus - lemon more than anything else - what is missing
is the backbone of a bdb with all the
trimmings – that is the ambition of this bowl – namely the chalk, which in this
case should roll out the nostrils.
All these weaknesses are,
unfortunately, plenty of matches in a buttery and mineral remotely sip, untied and
torn between confused sour feelings and decomposed dosage.
I want to think I was
unlucky with these 3 bottles.
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