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Cuvée Thaddeus Bordeaux Rouge (France) Review | La Cave Noire

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Cuvée Thaddeus Bordeaux Rouge (France) Review | La Cave Noire Every once in a while, you open a bottle that makes you double check the price. This was one of those. Cuvée Thaddeus Bordeaux Rouge is an organic, naturally fermented Bordeaux that just quietly overdelivers. No gimmicks. Just really good wine. In the glass it leans into those deeper fruit notes. Black plum, blackberry, a little dark cherry. It has that cozy, rounded Bordeaux feel where the fruit is generous, but the wine never gets heavy or over the top. What I liked most is how easy it is to drink. It has enough structure to feel like a proper red, but it stays relaxed and smooth the whole time. We ended up drinking it with sourdough pizza, focaccia dipped in olive oil and vinegar, and a bowl of red sauce pasta. Honestly it felt perfect for that kind of meal. Simple food, good wine, nothing complicated. This is exactly the type of bottle I love finding. Something that tastes like it should cost more than it does, and that ...

Guy Breton ‘Marylou’ 2023 (France) Review | La Cave Noire

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Guy Breton ‘Marylou’ 2023 (France) Review | La Cave Noire We have a soft spot for natural Gamay. There is something about the balance of brightness and ease, the way it always feels a little bit alive. We first drank this wine one evening at De Saison , a small bottle shop and bar tucked away in Paris. The city was winding down, the windows open to the street, and the conversation slow and warm. It was one of those nights that stays with you, unhurried, a little hazy, quietly perfect. So when we finally got our hands on another bottle, we could not wait to see if it still had that same magic. On the nose, Marylou gives blackberry and cherry with a soft leathery edge, a mix of freshness and something a little wild. On the tongue it is juicy and bright, light on tannin, and full of energy. There is a gentle lift of spice that fades into something clean and mineral. It is the kind of chilled red that feels effortless and playful, a wine that carries the eve...

Domaine Marcel Lapierre Raisins Gaulois — 2023 (France) Review | La Cave Noire

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Domaine Marcel Lapierre Raisins Gaulois — 2023 (France) Review | La Cave Noire We’ve been wanting to open this one for a while. A smooth, dry Gamay from Beaujolais that hits every note just right. On the nose you get leather, vanilla spice, blackberry and raspberry. There’s a lift of brightness too, that kind of fresh energy you only get from young fruit. On the tongue it’s dry, light and easy. Low in tannins, fruit forward, with strawberry and cranberry leading the way. A touch tart, clean, the sort of wine you reach for without thinking twice. The late Marcel Lapierre was one of the true pioneers of natural wine in France. Since his passing in 2010, his son Mathieu has carried that same spirit forward, making wines that are pure, expressive and built for pleasure. Raisins Gaulois 2023 comes from younger vines grown on granite soils in Beaujolais. It is made naturally, using organic farming and native yeasts, with only a short fermentation to keep things bright and fresh. It is th...

No Place Like Home: From Paris to Brighton

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No Place Like Home: From Paris to Brighton There’s a strange clarity that travel gives you. When you find yourself in new places, the unfamiliar streets start to reveal something you already knew. Paris hums under soft rain. New York glows under streetlights. And somewhere between those two cities, home begins to take shape in your memory before you ever return. For us, that home is Brighton and Hove - Sea air, guitars on the promenade, posters curling on lamp posts. But before you arrive, you walk, you listen, you taste. Paris | Les Marchés des Enfants Rouges It’s a slow morning near the Marais. The cobbles are slick with rain. We wander through Les Marchés des Enfants Rouges, the city’s oldest covered market. Butchers call across their counters while the Boucher de Paris lifts a cut to the light. There’s Clovis, always there, laughing with friends over small glasses of wine. Someone smokes, someone debates philosophy, someone hums along to the street accordion outside. ...