I've tasted it before—first time he showed it was in 2013, IIRC. For his lineup, I've always liked the simplest one best. But I didn't get to try any on Monday.
It was well-managed in that (as noted) it had been scheduled on a cold, rainy Monday afternoon. All right, the cold and rain were additional, unplanned atmospherics, but they helped. And David Lillie had kept the numbers down to good effect.
Down side was that several vignerons were en route and not there pouring. So we had a Josefa Concannon version of Evelyne de Jessey, an invisible Eric Texier, and the hacker collective Anonymous pouring for Silvio Messana and Elisabetta Foradori.
All others were present, though, so it was also a right good time. Francesca Padovani and her wines shone. Those are so good, so discreetly good.
François Pinon and I talked Vouvray and psychoanalysis (his wines: emphatic yes). Jean-Paul Brun's Côte de Brouilly was suave and perfect. Thierry Puzelat's were a bit shrill, esp. the cat-got-in-and-peed-here P'tit Blanc. (Though on a peeing note, I was able to tell Thierry that NYC has just decriminalized pissing in the street, to which he was indignant, having been arrested for same a couple of years ago, leaving Ten Bells at something like sunrise.)
Joseph Mosse was unbearded. They'd sequestered all the Italians in the back. What else did I note?
Oh, I had never had the wines of Cascina degli Ulivi before, and I found them (tasted two Gavi) bacterial.