Trinch is old French for 'cheers,' and Catherine and Pierre Breton built this Bourgueil to be drunk that way — unfussy, a little feral, gone before you've finished the toast. Cabernet Franc here means crushed raspberry and cracked pepper over wet stone and green leaf, tannins soft enough to serve with a chill. It's a wine for laughing too loud in a kitchen that's too small for the number of people in it.
Matched to the wine's region, weight, and weather — not the other way around.
Casual and a little reckless, the wine equivalent of a relationship that keeps almost ending and doesn't.
Rustic and briny at the edges, built for cold rooms and better company.