Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
So, two nights ago, this guy who lives in Brooklyn had me over and opened some things to drink in a spacious, bright kitchen. The evening was redolent of salads and sausages and smiling babies who should go to sleep and white-painted brick walls, and then here was this bottle of Rancio coming out of the fridge.
La Sorga is the producer. Bottle says Rancio, and some other stuff. It is 100% grenache noir from old vines on chalk in the Languedoc region of southern France, and 14% abv. It sits in its barrel developing its rancio thing.
It is so good! It has this whippy freshness. Berries and such. Great acid. Ululating savory tones of "drink me more." We drank it through.
He had some other good wines (P-U-R Aligoté was great despite truly shit oysters)*--but Rancio was somethin' else.
Consider yourselves averted.
*Kumamotos from mother effin' Dean & DeLuca, at $18 for a dozen the size of a thumbnail and tasting like lightly salted mud.
La Sorga is the producer. Bottle says Rancio, and some other stuff. It is 100% grenache noir from old vines on chalk in the Languedoc region of southern France, and 14% abv. It sits in its barrel developing its rancio thing.
It is so good! It has this whippy freshness. Berries and such. Great acid. Ululating savory tones of "drink me more." We drank it through.
He had some other good wines (P-U-R Aligoté was great despite truly shit oysters)*--but Rancio was somethin' else.
Consider yourselves averted.
*Kumamotos from mother effin' Dean & DeLuca, at $18 for a dozen the size of a thumbnail and tasting like lightly salted mud.