Champalou, 2020 Update
Every opportunity I have to taste the wines of the Champalou family causes my heart to skip a beat. Maybe it is their elegantly ethereal nature which induces this phenomenon? These wines shimmer in the glass like limpid, gently swirling pools beside a gurgling stream, and are scented in a manner which would put even the most floral of summer meadows to shame. And it is all so fleeting and transient. The pools will dry up, and the meadow will wither as one season gives way to the next; and so too the glass, and then the bottle, or the tasting, will come to an end.
Happily, rivers can rise once again, and summer will always return (even in Scotland). And so too I know I will meet the wines of Champalou once more. Sadly, unlike the changing of the seasons, it does not seem to come around every year. I see from my older notes that the last time I tasted with any of the Champalou family was back in 2017, and our paths have not crossed since then. So I was delighted when earlier this year I met up with Céline Champalou (pictured above), and equally delighted when I caught sight of her wines, some recent releases standing alongside some older vintages.
Indeed, I think my heart may have skipped a beat.Please log in to continue reading: