|1994 Domaine aux Moines Savennieres Roche aux Moines (Loire Valley, France)|
My pal Kevin shared the 1994 Domaine aux Moines Savennieres with me. The bottle had been open for some time previous to my attending to it, but a pungency persisted in the aromas. A lift. Fresh sardines and finely crushed egg shell. This was a Chenin Blanc showing the sort of feathers you see at the bottom of a dovecot: they might have been white once, but now they were all mostly gray from having been somewhat trampled into the sodden soil. With more time - a few hours - I found the yellow yolks of those eggs, as golden tones broke across the length of the flavors. I beheld a structure like a latticework birdcage of amber honey, and inside it a songbird who sang out in sotto voce lavender tones. A wine like a heavy woolen blanket flung out into the air on a breezy day, curling and rolling with the expanse.