Defined crisp apple core and lime on the nose, this wine has a prodigious surcharge of carbon dioxide. The mousse is spritely and assertive.
The palate can almost be likened to the firmness of a young Semillon in the guise of a granny smith—watch-spring tight but packing a punch when given the chance to unwind over the tongue. While not bone dry (brut) the haunches of this wine are padded out by the residual sugar, but so scant it is, it remains second fiddle. Little evidence of autolysis gives this wine a supremely crisp, primary fruit dominant, and food friendly slant.