
The color of fading afternoon light. Pale salmon, utterly dry, and smelling of garrigue and sea air. Provence in a bottle, but the real Provence — not the postcard. Drink it outside, or at least near a window, with a book that has weather in it.
Matched to the wine's region, weight, and weather — not the other way around.
Coastal and elemental — salty air and pale stone. Even the color matches Proulx's light.
Light and precise, summer in a glass. The wine of a long afternoon that neither person wants to end.