From high-altitude slopes above the Rhône river, this Syrah exhibits remarkable purity and grace.

I would say that Faury does not make Viognier, but rather one hell of a Condrieu, replete with huge apricot and peach aromas and a fresh, regal palate.

Amid the lush fruit runs a delicate current of minerality that lingers on the tongue, as if the wine cascaded down a granite slope on its way into your glass.

It is a real-deal northern Rhône roasted-slope Syrah that walks the tightrope perfectly between creamy fruit, meaty tannins, and fresh spine.

This juicy, blueberry-and-leather-infused Syrah with a long finish is ready to drink tonight.

From vines that are more than eighty years old comes this Marsanne with magnificent floral, pit fruit, and bitter notes.

Like eating lemon curd at a party that Renoir might have painted—think something like Dance at Le Moulin de la Galette.

The magic of great Côte Rôtie does not come from its reputation for being a big, bombastic wine.

This small parcel has a fruit-forward, approachable style, yet with intense spice and licorice in there as well, perhaps from the deep-rooted old Syrah vines.

Round and generous on first blush and then wound up, energetic, and fine-grained on the finish, this thoroughbred wine is sculpted for the cellar but still provides a lot of immediate gratification.