Ah, the Mrs. Robinson of wines. Peggy et Jean Pascal Buronfosse's Côtes du Jura Marcus Térentius Varro smells familial and safe, like flat Martinelli's in your glass you're still happy to drink at your grandma's house surrounded by relative strangers. But it unexpectedly strikes you, so angular and controlled, and at the same time, a bit slutty, spilling over itself in small doses of sensual oak and oxidation. It's the acidic unzip of the dress, it's the clean salinity of the aquamarine pool, it's the warm flash of the tan-lined flesh. It's Anne Bancroft's eyes zeroing in on you, all-knowing and conniving with a cat and mouse playfulness you are more than willing to fall victim to. Heaven holds a place for this Chardonnay. And Anne Bancroft. 🙏🏼🥂🙏🏼
Also, fuck the fact that Bancroft was only six years older than Hoffman in The Graduate and yet the film portrays her as twenty years his senior. HERE'S TO YOU MRS. ROBINSON. YOU'RE DELICIOUS. 🙌🏼
