OoOOoo child things are gonna get fruitier. Like white peaches and yellow cherries and the teeniest tiniest twinge of lychee. The Carmen Miranda fruit-hat is karate chopped by a bit of almond paste and christmas spice, a combination which shows this wine’s southern Rhone pedigree. 

It’s a lemon lime yuzu party in a way that makes you want to squeeze it into a shaker over ice and oh wait that’s a margarita. But same / same! Let’s take that limeyness a step further and call it lime curd, key lime pie, hell if lime ice cream was a thing we’d freakin’ eat it. What makes Picpoul so special is the balance of *lightning* and softness, and we’ve got both in spades.

Creamy and crunchy, the balance of the gods. Jurassique gives off loads of peach rings, white strawberries, and lemon pith. With just enough body to call it medium minus, but loads of acid that feels like the final *crane kick* in karate kid that won Daniel the fight.

With a flavor profile driven by sassafras, ginger beer, and lemongrass, the In Flames cider finds itself caught between two worlds. On one hand she has the crisp, fresca-soda quality of many California ciders, while still exhibiting the bruised apple and star anise flavors of ciders found in Normandy and Basque Country.