In between the rain falls which washed away any prescence of the magical, ephemeral botrytis, you gallant producers who on a good day get to harvest a glass-full of the precious nectar.
Who have to combat the weather at the most precarious time of year, who have to pay astronomically to teams of pickers to wait and hope and get drenched but do their precious work.
To produce a wine so delicious, so misunderstood, so wonderful. Bravo and we prey that Bachus has sent you his magic botrytis potion this year and the sunshine in these last weeks of October to explode the flavours into a ‘feu d’artifice’ of fruits and flavours this year. Bravo you brave people. I promise to have a bottle of liquoreux in the fridge and celebrate you all, not just for Christmas.