By: John Majeski | K&L Staff Member | Review Date: 7/11/2009 | Send Email
One afternoon I casually asked Mulan, our inimitable Rhone/French Regional expert and wine buyer, for a reliable red recommendation from the Languedoc, and she immediately pointed to the Giroflet Rouge. Sure, great, thanks! And then I took it home, opened it and experienced a minor 'epiphany' (not a word we toss around lightly here). The fifteen known and obscure grape varietals planted in that single hectare are all spry geriatrics by now, having endured endless harvests, great depressions and world war, so they're not ones to give it up lightly, every solitary grape matters in the final infinitesimal tabulation of things, as it should with each of us. See, I wax philosophically— blame it on the dark, spicy and harmonious wine, the sun and soil filtered through time and root and vine that ends up as the glistening soul of the Languedoc in your glass.