Slow wine,
for slower hours.

From a single estate above the Languedoc — pressed by hand, cellared in oak, opened only when the day is done.

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The first sip
unwinds the day.

A bouquet of black cherry, fig leaf, and warm cedar — soft enough to coax the shoulders down, deep enough to mark the evening.

Sixteen seasons.
One pour worth waiting for.

Cellared in French oak until the tannin softens to silk — the 2009 Maison Rouge is, finally, ready.