None of us would be sipping, gulping, or chugging this sprightly mountain white if not for a fateful landslide in the year 1248, when an entire mountainside collapsed into the valley below, effectively burying several villages with deadly chunks of limestone.
    Fast-forward to present day: These rocky debris are now home to the Abymes vineyards, which produce one of the most lively, bracing, pure whites to ever grace your palate. The extremely trite analogy we overemploy is likening it to an Alpine stream, as this crystalline elixir is at least as clean and crisp as the finest mineral water. So pour out a drop in memory of the fallen Savoyards of 1248, and raise your glass to new beginnings and thirst-quenching jubilation. –Anthony Lynch