Clos Rougeard (Foucault), Saumur Champigny, 2005

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This was a special bottle gifted on our wedding day. We were so excited to try it; the night was cold and crappy and all we wanted to do was transport to a happy place, so we opened the Clos Rougeard. The day was with us again, fresh green grass, parting clouds bowing to the sun, a Greek temple with steps spewing into a river, white dresses, lavender, peonies, jeunet, and roses. We didn’t expect to taste the age so much, which made it a little softer around the edges, but it was still so good and the memory was so strong that we forgot dinner and just sessioned for a while.

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