The first time I tasted this was in some friends' apartment in Paris. Elizabeth had worked at a winery in Beaujolais in 2009 so was recounting firsthand the quality; the best since perhaps 1947. Just to be clear and preserve my welcome, Elizabeth is not that old. Vignerons in the area were effusively conversing on the subject.

I'm embarassed to say I tasted it only a week after its arrival. It's a three weeks miniumum for a wine to shake off the rigors of transatlantic conveyance. Beyond that it was Labor Day and there I was at work. I ran to MacDonalds and brought back the 2 cheeseburger meal and opened this wine. Is it a match made in heaven" Certianly not, no wine can compete with the complexities, nay mysteries, of a MacDonalds meal served out of a bag but the wine wow'd me.

Inspite of its recent arrival it is so yummy! There is a grab you, shake you, 'you love me don't you' attitude about Monsieur Cinquin's Regnie. Grapey, yes, not strictly Gamayish; there is so much more depth yet it doesn't lose the charm.

The nose is Gamay to be sure but with more depth of fruit. It has the savour of a wine made from old vine Cinsault; high toned and, I think this so apt of old vine Cinsault and Monsieur Cinquin's wine, unappologetic. Roses and cassis punctuate the core aromas of Gamay. In the mouth it is a teasing wine. I usually mean this as if a little niece or nephew is running up to poke or prod you in the hopes of a merry chase. No, this is alomst sexual teasting, totally adult. Need I go on? Do you get it?

Am I in love, maybe. Am I infatuated? Absolutely head over heels. If wines had hands instead of legs I'd be holding this Regnie's hand with sweaty palms and palpitating heart. Ooo, la, la!