The wine of Château Berliquet

Like a ray of light. The midday sun.
Ice and fire, between clay and limestone.

A ball of fire and plump,
juicy, scarlet tears
sliding down the inside
of the glass.

The tinkling of silvery leaves,
the wind blowing softly over the hillside.
Raspberry, graphite, cedar and evening perfumes.

An inky, sappy juice, which glides over
and fills the palate deliciously.

The galloping power, the strength and grace of the tannins,
all the energy of a skillfully-sculpted material.

The infinity of an eternal flavour, the escape, the dream
and the requiescence in just one sip.