That's right, this is our private sale newsletter, which is only sent to customers who bought WASENHAUS' wines last year, who signed up to the interested parties list or who snapped up the red ones a few weeks ago. That means you!
As of today, you have 72 hours to tell us what you would ideally like to buy from WASENHAUS' great 2022s. Tell us straight off the bat and we'll do everything we can to fulfill your wishes; we'll get back to you with your allocation after a few days.
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Wasenhaus' second trick: this time it's about their white wines, which are in no way, I mean NOTHING inferior to their red ones.
A Sunday afternoon last winter, for lunch with friends who are not only all passionate and therefore excellent cooks and hosts, no, they are also all wine people, people for whom wine as a cultural asset is important. What should I bring with me? Tatasciore? Gonon? Dagueneau perhaps? Or a Sancerre from Anne Vatan? No, because you already know all these great wines. It should be something that surprises you, that makes you ask for the bottle, because you want to see with your own eyes which wine tickles your nose and caresses your palate.
I reached for a Wasenhaus Pinot Blanc from the Möhlin vineyard from the 2018 vintage (magnum, because there were ten of us) and didn't regret it for a millisecond. WOW, how did the wine deliver, its performance was incredible! Stefano was not the only one who could hardly believe how much he enjoyed this Pinot Blanc from Baden.
So, what I'm trying to tell you is that you should definitely buy Wasenhaus whites. And yes, I recommend that you give them some time, because the time factor increases the pleasure of the wines even more!
What are you still hesitating about? Just clicking through the offer will enable you to feel the same way in two or three years' time as we did on April 21 this year - mince, that was in spring, not winter, but it was the snow that fell that Sunday that made me think of winter.
Sincerely
Carl J. Studer and his gang