Bright-Line Modernist

Zweigelt

Zweigelt

Zweigelt

As the fresh face of Austria, I represent a clever union between two noble parents. My modern energy brings a splash of color to the table, proving that scientific precision can still have a massive heart.

As the fresh face of Austria, I represent a clever union between two noble parents. My modern energy brings a splash of color to the table, proving that scientific precision can still have a massive heart.

As the fresh face of Austria, I represent a clever union between two noble parents. My modern energy brings a splash of color to the table, proving that scientific precision can still have a massive heart.

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Native Red Gems

Body

Just Right

Tannins

Barely Felt

Acidity

Properly Sharp

Sugar

Savagely Dry

Zweigelt grape berry illustration for wine education.

Why you'll like me

Why you'll like me

I'm juicy

I'm versatile

I'm smooth

You will love me because I don't demand patience or deep contemplation to be enjoyed. I'm ready to drink right now, offering buckets of juicy cherries without the mouth-drying tannins my cousins possess. Whether chilled on a patio or served with a crispy schnitzel, I fit in everywhere. I'm the most planted red in Austria for a reason. I'm simply charming and effortlessly delicious.

You will love me because I don't demand patience or deep contemplation to be enjoyed. I'm ready to drink right now, offering buckets of juicy cherries without the mouth-drying tannins my cousins possess. Whether chilled on a patio or served with a crispy schnitzel, I fit in everywhere. I'm the most planted red in Austria for a reason. I'm simply charming and effortlessly delicious.

You will love me because I don't demand patience or deep contemplation to be enjoyed. I'm ready to drink right now, offering buckets of juicy cherries without the mouth-drying tannins my cousins possess. Whether chilled on a patio or served with a crispy schnitzel, I fit in everywhere. I'm the most planted red in Austria for a reason. I'm simply charming and effortlessly delicious.

Why maybe not

I'm simple

I'm light

I'm tart

Some critics think I can be a bit too simple or straightforward for their high-brow tastes. If my vines are allowed to produce too much fruit, I can feel a bit thin and watery in the glass. Also, serious collectors might pass me over for deeper, more brooding reds. I'm not here to brood, I'm here to dance, so if you want profound sadness, look elsewhere.

Some critics think I can be a bit too simple or straightforward for their high-brow tastes. If my vines are allowed to produce too much fruit, I can feel a bit thin and watery in the glass. Also, serious collectors might pass me over for deeper, more brooding reds. I'm not here to brood, I'm here to dance, so if you want profound sadness, look elsewhere.

When drinking, notice this

Purple hue

Crunchy fruit

Peppery spice

Look for a vibrant purple rim in your glass that screams youth and vitality. My structure is generally soft and round, allowing the fruit to take center stage immediately. I tend to show notes of crunchy red berries mixed with a dashing hint of black pepper spice. While I can age in oak, I usually prefer to show off my youthful exuberance right out of the bottle.

Look for a vibrant purple rim in your glass that screams youth and vitality. My structure is generally soft and round, allowing the fruit to take center stage immediately. I tend to show notes of crunchy red berries mixed with a dashing hint of black pepper spice. While I can age in oak, I usually prefer to show off my youthful exuberance right out of the bottle.

Look for a vibrant purple rim in your glass that screams youth and vitality. My structure is generally soft and round, allowing the fruit to take center stage immediately. I tend to show notes of crunchy red berries mixed with a dashing hint of black pepper spice. While I can age in oak, I usually prefer to show off my youthful exuberance right out of the bottle.

They also call me

No regional nicks

MY LIFE STORIES

A Scientific Match

A Scientific Match

A Scientific Match

I was born in 1922, the brainchild of a scientist looking to create the ultimate Austrian red. He decided to play matchmaker with two distinct parents. One was the elegant St. Laurent, known for finesse, and the other was the spicy Blaufränkisch, famous for structure. The goal was to take the best traits of both and leave the difficult parts behind. While most lab experiments end up sterile or boring, I emerged with a vibrant personality that surprised everyone. I wasn't just a science project. I was a star in the making, designed to survive the frost and deliver joy by the bucketload.

I was born in 1922, the brainchild of a scientist looking to create the ultimate Austrian red. He decided to play matchmaker with two distinct parents. One was the elegant St. Laurent, known for finesse, and the other was the spicy Blaufränkisch, famous for structure. The goal was to take the best traits of both and leave the difficult parts behind. While most lab experiments end up sterile or boring, I emerged with a vibrant personality that surprised everyone. I wasn't just a science project. I was a star in the making, designed to survive the frost and deliver joy by the bucketload.

The Name Game

The Name Game

The Name Game

For a long time, people called me Rotburger. Honestly, that name was a total disaster. It sounded like a fast-food joint rather than a sophisticated beverage, and people kept mixing me up with Rotgipfler, which is a white grape. It was an identity crisis of epic proportions. Eventually, in 1975, the powers that be decided to honor my creator and renamed me Zweigelt. While my creator's personal history is quite controversial and dark, I have managed to separate myself from politics. I prefer to focus on filling glasses in Vienna's taverns rather than dwelling on the past. I'm my own entity now.

For a long time, people called me Rotburger. Honestly, that name was a total disaster. It sounded like a fast-food joint rather than a sophisticated beverage, and people kept mixing me up with Rotgipfler, which is a white grape. It was an identity crisis of epic proportions. Eventually, in 1975, the powers that be decided to honor my creator and renamed me Zweigelt. While my creator's personal history is quite controversial and dark, I have managed to separate myself from politics. I prefer to focus on filling glasses in Vienna's taverns rather than dwelling on the past. I'm my own entity now.

Taking Over the Nation

Taking Over the Nation

Taking Over the Nation

Today, I rule the red vineyards of Austria with a velvety fist. I have overtaken my parents in popularity because I'm so incredibly adaptable. You might find me as a light, refreshing rosé that is perfect for summer picnics, or as a serious, oak-aged contender that rivals the heavy hitters of the world. Winemakers love me because I don't give them a headache in the vineyard. I ripen early, I handle the cold, and I yield generously. I'm the friendly neighbor of the wine world, welcoming everyone to the table with a smile and a bowl of spiced cherries. I'm the modern classic.

Today, I rule the red vineyards of Austria with a velvety fist. I have overtaken my parents in popularity because I'm so incredibly adaptable. You might find me as a light, refreshing rosé that is perfect for summer picnics, or as a serious, oak-aged contender that rivals the heavy hitters of the world. Winemakers love me because I don't give them a headache in the vineyard. I ripen early, I handle the cold, and I yield generously. I'm the friendly neighbor of the wine world, welcoming everyone to the table with a smile and a bowl of spiced cherries. I'm the modern classic.

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