The depth, complexity, and crushed-stone minerality of a great Côte-Rôtie, all while maintaining inviting youthful fruit.

Golden, luscious aroma and flavor, a delicious nectar infused with honeysuckle that invites you in at first sniff for a leisurely dip.

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

The violets, tapenade, and juicy black fruit in your glass is much unchanged from how it’s always been (and should be).

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

Most of this blanc was aged in tank to preserve freshness, but the little bit that was aged in oak provides a glimmer of opulence.

Elegance and restraint from one of the hill’s lesser-known terroirs.

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.

Cool in the mouth, with a whiff of smoke and game, this soulful little country Syrah will do a jig with your pâtés and terrines.

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