Me on drinking what we bottled in June in October while sorting grapes: 'Cool, this is the second time I've drunk from this bottle'.
Me on the time we went down Ènek's qvevri for The Morning Claret.
Me on the one bottle* I have writable memory of after drinking bottles and bottles of the stuff for three days:
Tasting notes:
Looks like dappled light across an orange ocean floor.
Smells like dry mandarins and crystal honey.
Tastes like sunshine zest. A Krakhuna-forward tropical fruit salad with stems on.
Feels like jello going down so, supple. Here be no angles.
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Tsolikouri - Krakhuna 2016
Ènek Peterson
Tsolikouri + Krakhuna (no skins, 3 x on lees)
Imerti, Georgia
We'll be pouring Ènek's wines, both skins and no skins, all without etiquettes, all 2016, for Le Carton's Georgian Wine Dinner on 29 October.
*Perhaps interesting to note that this is the one bottle of Ènek's we didn't drink with Ènek, hence some memory. (Hey Ènek!)
