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

This thoroughbred wine is sculpted for the cellar but still provides a lot of immediate gratification.

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.

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

Elegant blue and black fruit abound, but here it mingles with a hint of sanguinity and some dusty tannin.

Young vines in Mauves, short maceration, stainless-steel aged... but definitely no simple Syrah!

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

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.

The pinnacle of traditional Côte-Rôtie being produced today.

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.