Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
I had two Trousseau wines this weekend. One, from the Domaine de la Tournelle, was so bretty, my friend and I toasted: " la crott-re!" (Also very appropriate in this city rife with crottes de chien.
Kind of nice stuff going on in the background, but wow, shitty biz.
Then last night, an oenopiphany to steal a term from Puff the Magic Dragon. This gorgeous, thick, fresh, racy Trousseau. A Trousseau of which you vainly attempt to outpace your friends to the last glugs.
I thought: ha ha ha! How spoiled we are, in France. We have such goddamn shizzle as this. It is glory, it is heaven.
Looked it up today on the webz. Looks like, uh, Louis/Dressner got there first.
Lucky you guys.
2006 Jean-Marc Brignot Trousseau. Get some. Now.
Kind of nice stuff going on in the background, but wow, shitty biz.
Then last night, an oenopiphany to steal a term from Puff the Magic Dragon. This gorgeous, thick, fresh, racy Trousseau. A Trousseau of which you vainly attempt to outpace your friends to the last glugs.
I thought: ha ha ha! How spoiled we are, in France. We have such goddamn shizzle as this. It is glory, it is heaven.
Looked it up today on the webz. Looks like, uh, Louis/Dressner got there first.
Lucky you guys.
2006 Jean-Marc Brignot Trousseau. Get some. Now.