Les Sorcieres du Clos des Fees Red Wine by Hervé Bizeul

Description

Les Sorcières du Clos des Fées red is an accessible cuvee of the Clos des Fées, the nose is fine and intense, marked by blackcurrant, blackberry, pepper and menthol. This wine succeeds in being both delicate and full-bodied, ripe and fresh. 35% Carignan, 35% Grenache, 30% Syrah Selection of old Grenache and Carignan vines from 40 to 80 years old, young vines of Syrah (less than 25 years old). Dominant of clay-limestone soils. Date of harvest decided in order to obtain a maximum fruit while respecting acid balances. Manual harvest. Low temperature pre-fermentation maceration in 128 hl stainless steel vats with daily pumping over. Maceration from 15 to 21 days with gentle extraction and temperature control. Total malolactic fermentation. Aging in vats, on lees, 8 months, minimum SO2 during aging and bottling. Semi-bodied wine with deliberately controlled concentration for maximum drinkability: explosive fruit, delicate tannins, silky mouth ... Delicious as soon as bottled, it can be improved for two to three years. The Clos des Fees is a piece of vineyard where the Fairies would live, if it existed. The place is very isolated, very beautiful, very wild, very romantic and inspired this name to Hervé Bizeul. Lost in a desert scrubland, surrounded by dry stone walls, the Clos des Fees looks like a picture postcard. Here, the vines were planted with the pickaxe, in the middle of the brushes of mother rock, in small pockets of pure clay, zigzagging amidst imposing holm oaks. The stones were taken out of the vineyards, one by one, by hand or on horseback, then patiently and skilfully piled up by generations of winemakers, hard-working and not too stingy with their time. Vines with tortured arms, the village elders claim that as far back as they can remember, they have always known them as "old". In the distance, the blue cliffs of Vingrau, almost vertical, have been there for much longer, whipped almost continuously by the Tramontana. At the foot of the Pyrenees, nearby, the Mediterranean sparkles. If the fairies, at the Solstice, still meet and dance, it is here that they do it in this singular, different, mysterious place.