The lighter – or “lighter” – of two, an elegant TBA with 165˚ Oechsle. It’s astonishingly buoyant, almost weightless. It
conveys the purest fruit with no snarly botrytis; focused and with studious clarity, which I vastly prefer to syrupy fruit,
figs and white raisin. You won’t see a lot of TBA in this offering, though I tasted a lot, because huge sweetness bores me.
What I want – and what I see here – is the zenith of the pure clear line. I don’t want to see the fruit passed out after eating
too many sweets; I want to see the look on its face as it passes into paradise.