Pale coral with a faint copper cast at the rim. The nose is pointed rather than pretty: wild strawberry and pink grapefruit pith up front, then a savory turn into crushed herb, white pepper, and a chalky, almost saline lift.
Mostly Cabernet Franc with a splash of Grolleau, organically farmed on the grey schist and volcanic rhyolite of Anjou Noir, direct-pressed, fermented on native yeast in stainless, with malolactic deliberately blocked to keep every point of acidity intact.
Boudignon built his name making some of the most precise dry Chenin Blanc on earth — his Savennières bottlings get benchmarked against Grand Cru white Burgundy — and this rosé is the one wine in his cellar that isn't Chenin.
