A sequence of events…We got a new wine in the store last week that we were excited about. It was René Mosse‘s “Moussamousettes” petillant naturel rosé. We decided to open it and taste it. I proclaimed on Instagram, “Holy shit this is so fucking good.” My dear friend Dean, in town visiting from Chicago, commented “waaaant!” on that photo. So, I bought a bottle and took it home. Yesterday, I actually met René at the Louis/Dressner tasting and drank some Vergano chinato with him. Beyond cool. That same day Dean got an awesome job offer. Time to pop that bottle and share the Moussamousettes magic! It was meant to be.
We gathered at our friend Martha’s house for some lady time. Lady time usually involves A LOT of wine and old stories about unfortunate boys and hairstyles, resulting in hysterical laughter.
I was very happy to share this wine with these ladies and they loved it as much as I do. The texture is cloudy and crunchy at the same time and the finish has just a hint of bitter spice. It also has the most subtle, delicate perfume, like brushing up against one of the lovely Downton Abbey sisters after she’s taken a bath with rose petals and eaten a juicy peach. Or something. Did I get carried away? Maybe. I blame the Grolleau Gris. And René.