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Marsanne

Marsanne

Marsanne

Think of me as a warm, heavy blanket on a cool evening. I bring a comforting richness and a substantial mouthfeel that doesn't need high acidity to make a statement. I'm deep, golden, and undeniably serious.

Think of me as a warm, heavy blanket on a cool evening. I bring a comforting richness and a substantial mouthfeel that doesn't need high acidity to make a statement. I'm deep, golden, and undeniably serious.

Think of me as a warm, heavy blanket on a cool evening. I bring a comforting richness and a substantial mouthfeel that doesn't need high acidity to make a statement. I'm deep, golden, and undeniably serious.

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Rich Whites

Body

Big & Bold

Tannins

Barely Felt

Acidity

Vibrant Balance

Sugar

Savagely Dry

Marsanne grape berry illustration for wine education.

Why you'll like me

Why you'll like me

I'm age-worthy

I'm textured

I'm rich

I'm incredibly reliable and capable of aging for decades. While other whites fade into vinegar, I just get more interesting, developing savory nuttiness and honeyed depth over time. I offer a luscious, waxy texture that fills your mouth completely. I'm the backbone of many blends, providing the body and alcohol that gives a wine its structural integrity.

I'm incredibly reliable and capable of aging for decades. While other whites fade into vinegar, I just get more interesting, developing savory nuttiness and honeyed depth over time. I offer a luscious, waxy texture that fills your mouth completely. I'm the backbone of many blends, providing the body and alcohol that gives a wine its structural integrity.

I'm incredibly reliable and capable of aging for decades. While other whites fade into vinegar, I just get more interesting, developing savory nuttiness and honeyed depth over time. I offer a luscious, waxy texture that fills your mouth completely. I'm the backbone of many blends, providing the body and alcohol that gives a wine its structural integrity.

Why maybe not

I'm low-acid

I'm heavy

I'm moody

My acidity is naturally low, which means I can get a bit lazy and heavy if the weather is too hot or if I'm picked too late. I also have a tendency to go silent after bottling, effectively shutting down for a few years. It is an awkward teenage phase where I refuse to speak to anyone before blossoming again.

My acidity is naturally low, which means I can get a bit lazy and heavy if the weather is too hot or if I'm picked too late. I also have a tendency to go silent after bottling, effectively shutting down for a few years. It is an awkward teenage phase where I refuse to speak to anyone before blossoming again.

When drinking, notice this

Waxy texture

Golden hue

Nutty finish

Look for a deep, intense gold hue that promises substance. On the palate, I feel heavy and oily, sliding across your tongue with significant weight. You will not find razor-sharp zest here. Instead, expect a wave of beeswax, roasted almonds, and warm stone fruits. I take up space in the glass and demand your full attention with my viscosity.

Look for a deep, intense gold hue that promises substance. On the palate, I feel heavy and oily, sliding across your tongue with significant weight. You will not find razor-sharp zest here. Instead, expect a wave of beeswax, roasted almonds, and warm stone fruits. I take up space in the glass and demand your full attention with my viscosity.

Look for a deep, intense gold hue that promises substance. On the palate, I feel heavy and oily, sliding across your tongue with significant weight. You will not find razor-sharp zest here. Instead, expect a wave of beeswax, roasted almonds, and warm stone fruits. I take up space in the glass and demand your full attention with my viscosity.

They also call me

No regional nicks

MY LIFE STORIES

Born in the Hills

Born in the Hills

Born in the Hills

I was born in the Northern Rhône of France, specifically around Hermitage, where the granite soils toughened me up. For centuries I have been the workhorse of the region, often overshadowing my fussier sister Roussanne. While she gets sick at the first sign of wind, I stand strong and produce bountiful clusters. The monks and locals noticed my reliability early on. I became the backbone of the region's white wines, providing the body and alcohol that keeps everyone warm during those misty valley winters. I learned early that being sturdy is better than being delicate.

I was born in the Northern Rhône of France, specifically around Hermitage, where the granite soils toughened me up. For centuries I have been the workhorse of the region, often overshadowing my fussier sister Roussanne. While she gets sick at the first sign of wind, I stand strong and produce bountiful clusters. The monks and locals noticed my reliability early on. I became the backbone of the region's white wines, providing the body and alcohol that keeps everyone warm during those misty valley winters. I learned early that being sturdy is better than being delicate.

An Aussie Adventure

An Aussie Adventure

An Aussie Adventure

In the mid-19th century, I took a long boat ride to Australia and landed in Victoria. I fell in love with the place immediately. While my French relatives were dealing with pests, I thrived in the Tahbilk vineyards, where some of my oldest vines still live today. These ancient versions of me are gnarly and twisted, but they produce nectar that is absolutely mind-blowing. It turns out I really enjoy a change of scenery. The Australian sun gave me a completely new, sunny disposition that I still carry with pride to this day.

In the mid-19th century, I took a long boat ride to Australia and landed in Victoria. I fell in love with the place immediately. While my French relatives were dealing with pests, I thrived in the Tahbilk vineyards, where some of my oldest vines still live today. These ancient versions of me are gnarly and twisted, but they produce nectar that is absolutely mind-blowing. It turns out I really enjoy a change of scenery. The Australian sun gave me a completely new, sunny disposition that I still carry with pride to this day.

The Silent Treatment

The Silent Treatment

The Silent Treatment

I have a strange quirk that confuses many drinkers. When I'm young, I'm full of flowers and fresh fruit. Then, a few years after bottling, I often go completely mute. I stop smelling like anything and taste a bit flat. Don't pour me down the sink. I'm just sleeping. If you wait about ten years, I wake up transformed. I trade my fresh flowers for honey, marzipan, and complex spices. It requires patience to know me truly, but I promise the reward is worth the wait when I finally decide to speak again.

I have a strange quirk that confuses many drinkers. When I'm young, I'm full of flowers and fresh fruit. Then, a few years after bottling, I often go completely mute. I stop smelling like anything and taste a bit flat. Don't pour me down the sink. I'm just sleeping. If you wait about ten years, I wake up transformed. I trade my fresh flowers for honey, marzipan, and complex spices. It requires patience to know me truly, but I promise the reward is worth the wait when I finally decide to speak again.

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