Pech Redon sits by the Mediterranean, but the vibe is more Wuthering Heights than French Riviera. The estate is swept by violent winds and spectacular storms, and its wines have the same mysterious, awe-inspiring quality.

“Septentrion” is an old French word for “North”. We’re indeed headed to the North of France, where this wine was crafted contrary to all our expectations.

Malvazija (pronounced mahl-vah-zee-ah) is a skin-contact wine, meaning the crushed grapes fermented with their skins, giving it its deep amber colour. It's as complex and mysterious as Klimt's red-haired portraits: seductive, with a hint of danger.

Tasting this wine is like listening to Muse's version of Feeling Good. Three grapes, three different vibes: smooth jazz, an alt-rock guitar, and that orchestral dimension that became the band's signature.

Rosé wine, or youth potion? We don’t really know.

"I have a pretty similar wine at home — pity, because I definitely like this one much better," said a friend, glass in hand, during an apéritif we hosted. Familiar, yet ever surprising: Henri Boudau is a wine that has only grown on us.

Villa Tolnay's Cabernet Franc is like a Beethoven symphony: it takes you through every nuance of emotion, some of which you never knew you could feel.

We playfully call this our "archaeological wine," because the Manzone family made it with an almost extinct grape called Rossese Bianco. All jokes aside, the wine itself is so unique that opening a bottle feels like discovering an ancient treasure.