Savigny-lès-Beaune

It was harsh and a bit vulgar. Although I tasted it blindly, the list of possible wines was open. Like a jammed vinyl record, my brain repeated only one phrase - please don't tell me it's Le Grappin, please don't tell me it's Le Grappin, please don't tell me it's Le Grappin, please don't tell me it's Le Grappin, please don't tell me it's Le Grappin... After all, it's one of the producers I was a bit familiar with. And Le Grappin was different in my memory.

Tough luck, they say. Black fruits, black currant juice, chocolate candy filled with cherry and liquor. With time it gets more interesting thanks to notes of pepper and leather. Honestly, I started to think that someone tricked us by bringing a bottle of Rhone. Tannic, powerful, crowd-pleasing and not interesting. Maybe it will become better in the future. And while I sound negative, the wine is not bad, just not my style and an unfortunate outcast of the evening.