If Télégramme is more about fruit than stones, it is still undeniably Châteauneuf.

Fragrant aromas of lavender and garrigue, notes of perfectly ripe black cherries, hints of black olive and stones.

Deep, concentrated, and refreshingly saline, this is like great Cornas with Mediterranean influences.

More ethereal than you’d expect, mineral and structured but with delicate aromas of rose petal, currants, and réglisse.

Full-bodied yet delicate, infused with the joie de vivre of the south of France.

It beckons you to follow Maxime-François’s advice: “Drink it when you are very, very thirsty!”

An abundance of violets and velvet, amid a cooling sensation of a cold spring on a hot day.

There’s a gentle veil of minerality, and the nose is expansive, making way for notes that are more spiced than fruity.

This is about as quaffable as the region’s rouges get.

Clos La Roquète’s blanc is luscious, yet finishes nice and dry with striking acidity.