Savennieres 'La Croix Picot' Domaine Fournier Longchamps, Loire 2015

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Savennieres 'La Croix Picot' Domaine Fournier Longchamps, Loire 2015

19.50

One of the most beautiful Chenin Blancs we have tasted from the Loire Valley and one of the finest white wines of any kind that we have found in ages. It would be a bold shout to say that this is the 'perfect' white wine, but, what the hell, on the internet no one can hear you disagree. At some point in your life, you will have bitten into a Cox's Orange Pippin and said "that's the perfect apple" and that's how we feel about this wine. The balance is immaculate, teetering between scything acidity and natural fruit ripeness, so much so that it leaves your palate on tenterhooks. It's not oaky, but it has spent a little time in neutral oak. It's organic, but it doesn't taste as if it has been left to its own devices. It's pristine and elegantly underpinned by a cool mineral quality evoking oyster shell and quartz. Utterly delicious and its delicate flavours of quince, pink grapefruit and nectarine can be enjoyed with all sorts of dishes from freshwater fish, fruits de mer, sushi and Peruvian ceviche to roast loin of pork and roast guinea fowl. 13.3% alc. Organic. Drink now-2022


Press review:

Jancis Robinson (Tamlyn Currin): "Does anything in the world smell quite like Savennières?! As if someone ground up steel wool, tarragon, chalk, lemon peel, petrichor, beeswax and honeysuckle into a powder, freeze-dried it and then flung it on ice-cold mountain-stream water and held it to your nose. Then you taste it and it’s all rigid and arms-tightly-crossed-across-the-body and bony shoulders, and you think: #issues. Then you feel annoyed because you paid good money for this and really, there must be more. So you go back. Sniff hard. More of the above bewildering stuff. Taste again. Hint, tiny hint, of honey. There’s a reverberation in those skinny bones. As if someone plucked the string of a harp and you heard it in your own bones. You go back. This angry rigid little wine is starting to get under your skin. Dust. Rain-wet dust. It tastes of dust. Really? Is that good? It is. It tastes of dust and the outline of honey and that cold, ancient, cold, smooth of stones that have been washed by centuries of river. It’s not a wine for contented sipping. It’s a wine for hard, pissed-off, no-excuses soul-searching. And hard goat’s cheese. Or, if you’re a beautiful at-peace soul, chuck it in the cellar for a few years and when it’s got over all its teenage issues, bring it out and have it with fish pie. " 17 points


Customer comments:

"What a fantastic find!" - Mr P.J.

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