The great importer, Selection Massale, didn't *discover* Swabia, any more than Kermit discovered Bandol, or Rosenthal did the Jura. What they did was believe in it: traveling this tiny region of southwestern Germany from end to end, they knew before anyone else did that Swabia was Real. Not a local place. Not a cheap place. Not a second to "The Great Wines of the Mosel" place. A Great Place. Limestone-driven terroir in the hands of bad-ass biodynamic vigneron Jochen Beurer make this a good place to begin your own explorations. Tension. Lightness. Acidity. Minerals. Believe.
