Gorgeous clear rose–barely any garnet. A most closed-in nose: a little kinda latexy vague fruit but that’s it. NOT a glorious wine to smell and I offer three possibilities: a) that’s just this wine b) it *might* develope a bit more with air or c) it is bruised from traveling. While ‘c’ is impossible to prove, a combination of A and B seem to be the crowd’s opinion, as delicate nuances *did* slowly seep out but it never blossomed into a glorious bouquet. It’s just a flat-out dull wine to smell.

Tasting it instantly absolves any negativity you may have absorbed from the nose. Generous on all counts, it is pretty and powerful: pretty in a demure, dusty way, with soft layers of berry and vegetal crowded together in perfect assimilation; powerful in ways only good burg can be: the monster lurking in the balance. Ridiculous concentration in its thin-ness, basically no green-ness but not a trace of sluttiness. Beautiful stuff.

2017 O. CYROT ‘Pommard’ Cotes de Beaune Burgundy France 13.0

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