Todd Abrams
Todd Abrams
Aromas of ripe cherries on hot gravel and pear skins and dusty fruit orchards rise from a glass. With time it smells of even more cherries, sour, sweet, dried, all elegantly arranged in an earthenware bowl. Although medium in weight there is a substantial concentration of fruit that travels along a wave of long-lasting minerality. There are stones, broadleaf trees in the sun, girls dancing in a meadow, Burgundian ghosts, and it all expands through the bottle until the last sip when you are not only basking in the beauty of this wine but the beauty of wine in general. Did I mention cherries?
It’s not cheap and made from a blend of grapes with peculiar names. I made the unfortunate decision to open a bottle of Les Vignes Oubliées Terrasses du Larzac (a very nice Languedoc wine) shortly after this bottle was gone and it took a good hour to fully adjust. The presence of the Abbatucci would not leave the room.
It’s not cheap and made from a blend of grapes with peculiar names. I made the unfortunate decision to open a bottle of Les Vignes Oubliées Terrasses du Larzac (a very nice Languedoc wine) shortly after this bottle was gone and it took a good hour to fully adjust. The presence of the Abbatucci would not leave the room.