Wines

As culinary ambition blooms, imitating clusters of tiny elderflowers opening in the spring, pungent sage and sandalwood permeate the air along with earl gray tea. No more are we reliant on simple tools cobbled humbly from the earth, littered with mushrooms and leaf mulch. Our destiny is forever changed, cast and forged anew. Cool and fresh as rain-wet green moss, with sparkling rivulets trickling and tinkling down into the clean, clear waters pooling in secret lagoons. Elliptical Society Members Only // Please log in for member price.

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Bottling of Rosé wines typically takes place within just a few short months of harvest. Conversely, at Le Cuvier the skin-tinted juice is pressed directly to barrel where it ferments naturally and slowly, to age, to age peacefully on the lees for years beyond the norm before finally being permitted into the bottle. Made from 100% Grenache, and with only 50 cases bottled after 32 months in barrel.

Sansa Stark provocatively draped in turmeric dusted sunflowers swaying in the sun, her radiant hue is all about golden honey.

Way back amongst the heather, upon a sparse and lonely moor, stands a solitary and humble abode, its door cracked slightly ajar.

The sun slowly starts its set above the painted desert, splashing multitudinous colors as if from a giant brush, stroked in a sinuous motion across the raw and dangerous American West.

This brooding suit of lights will beguile you with a swaying muleta of dark garnet, ruby and blue-hued mahogany scented with Parma violets dipped in chocolate, blood orange peel, iodine rubbed leather, musk, and all fully integrated within a panoply of sun-herbs laced with pungent black pepper.

Silver light reflects off rain-slicked cobbles, smooth as sea serpent scales seen through the thick grey-blue fog, opaque and mysterious, winding down sinuous streets and alleys, ultimately opening onto the rough-hewn beams of wooden docks jutting out into the bay.

As wick and intense as Lala Palooza pressed from ultra-ripe Kordia cherries, darker than fresh ink made from smashed black pluots, and as brightly jammy as vanilla scented blackberries topped with green and pink peppercorns.

Most assuredly a creature from the deep: it has the darkest-dark tone of the Devil’s best mourning cloak, the one he dons betimes, especially before venturing out upon an errand flickering with flames & puffs of smoke.

The masked man. Who is he, who lurks in the shadows, hides behind curtains, disappears ‘round corners dark without a trace? An enigma greater than alluring, he is and thus will remain.

Member Price: $318 plus tax & shipping

Member Price: $318 plus tax & shipping