It is said that the writer Ernest Hemingway always had a case of Sancerre in his car, although the story does not say if he drank while driving. But given the reputation of the man … finally. Here, the flints sharpen the nose as well as the palate, as if a floral and fruity flash livened it all up by framing the wine towards an imaginary vertical. Luminous. (5)
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