Growing Region: IGP Mediterranée, France – Mediterranean Coast of Southern France
Chalky soil. Surreal light. The Mistral wind carries the world’s wildest herb garden on its back. Deposits hints of broom, scrub, and rosemary all along the Rhone Valley. Then blows every cloud out of the sky. There it is again. That light. The one Cézanne painted by. A different shade for every hour. The grape, oblivious, only notices the heat emanating from the hot baking stones borrowed from long ago riverbeds. It’s more than enough to entice Benjamin Meï, son of Provence, after decades of making wine elsewhere. A few select parcels near Arles. Close enough to the ancient Roman arena. Should the mute stones speak, they’d whisper: Rosé was invented here.