Loess is more
My thank you to the land and the place. Integrity and roots. Humility.
Úlehle, Bilovice. Loess. Gruner Veltliner.
This wine reflects our precious loess soil better than any other. Úlehle is a vineyard that's new to us, and one of the oldest we have – it is a highly prized and time-tested site planted in the 1970s. I feel proud that we can farm here too, since 2019, albeit on less than a hectare. The loess gets mixed with a small amount of limestone there, which adds to the wine's wit and typicity. Exactly what I'm looking for, especially in our "top-shelf" White Label range.
This wine captures the authentic soul of Gruner Veltliner from Bilovice loess marvelously. It's a thank you to the land and the place. Integrity and roots. Humility.
The name is a nod to its older Gruner sibling WTF, giving away that the key to this wine's personality is not what happens in the cellar (flor), but in the vineyard (Bilovice).
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The White Labels are our top-shelf wines, the pinnacle of our work. Hailing from our most interesting micro-locations, oldest vines, and often field blends. This unique energy is preserved by the gentlest treatment and several years of undisturbed ageing in our cellar. Minimal interventions, maximum genius loci.
These wines speak about our quest for elegance in all our imperfections. Purism inside and out. Pouring in our hearts as well as all our long-term work and know-how, something I'm proud of. All that is reflected on the labels. When working on them, we took out elements that weren’t essential until only my signature and the name of the wine remained. Because, as they say, perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
I don't wanna look like a natural-born sage - it took me some time to get there. My journey, like many others, has been paved with gold engravings and curlicues, like on a fancy tombstone. “Nestarec, a wine for funerals”, as a friend of mine dubbed it back then. Oops. But I remember that period fondly - it's a part of my evolution. No regrets, like in that famous Edith Piaf song.