Case in point:
Jean Lallament, Verzenay Grand Cru, Reserve Rose, n.v.
What a focused, yet expressive nose: all the vital energy deep inside the earth of Verzenay seems to flower in a a display of strawberries, minerals, mushrooms and brioche. The palate, too, is a geology lesson - long, detailed, savory, fully echoing the portrait that the aromas paint. This is, unsurprisingly, an elaboration of the Lallament house style, as depicted in the regular non-vintage cuvee, and an uncommonly funky thing of beauty I could thrive on forever.
Fat Guy, 319 NIS.
We drank through the Lallament way too soon (Eldad Levy, I will call you shortly!) and needed more wine to top off the night, so I chose what some might call a minor wine, but which I find to be a relevation.
Benoit Ente, Aligote, 2011
My friend Gal Zohar calls this the best Aligote he's ever tasted and I tend to agree, because it surely matches the Lallament in its nigh defiant individualism. The nose so pungent with minerals you could almost use the olfactory memories as a real estate statement, while the palate is fresh and lively, with a hint of olive brine and vibrant acidity. It's a little wine, make no mistake about it, but it's a great little wine.
Bourgogne Crown, 90 NIS.