Okay so I swear my ten-part series on cru Beaujolais is coming. I am in the midst of amassing a wine from each cru. St-Amour is hard to find, y’all. But I’m on it.
IN THE MEANTIME PINNNNNNNK! Pink as in Rosé.
From a winemaker who you may just see resurface in the ten-part series but HOLY HECK I love this producer:
2015 Pierre-Marie Chermette Vissoux “Les Griottes” Beaujolais Rosé
While generally I claim this as THE BEST I’d say on another note this may be at least one of the best. Shit, you guys. I have enough love in my heart for A LOT of rosés out there.
YAS Gamay rosé from the Chermette’s YAS.
I don’t know if the grammar was correct for Chermette’s. Are Pierre and Marie one or two people? Should I have said “Chermettes'”? These things matter.
But not as much as my tasting notes. Sweet babies.
Okay I lie I paused and did some research: Pierre-Marie and Martine Chermette were the upstarts of sustainable viticulture in Beaujolais. So Pierre-Marie is one person. This is a natural wine. Like it waits for the natural yeast to do it’s duty.
That yeast knew what was up!
This wine. Okay I’ll get to my tasting notes. At last:
Gorgeous salmon color. Peach melba on the nose. Dry. HIGH acid. Medium alcohol. Medium plus body as far as a rosé goes! There is some viscousity. More peach melba in the mouth. When I say peach melba I mean peaches plus acidic raspberries plus vanilla n cream. There is a hint of minerality but it is very smooth. Sanded stones. The finish LINGERS! ON! FURTHER THAN YOU’D EXPECT FOR A ROSÉ!
THIS IS THE MAGIC. FRENCH BEAUJOLAIS MAGIC.
This Gamay is my true love.
For now. I’m a fickle beast.
Meow.
Scrumptious Gruel 