There are times when a bottle of wine interrupts the conversation at dinner and bids one stop chewing one's chicken. This is what happened last week when we opened this bottle of Chenin Blanc. Sentences trailed into silence as an intense nose of dried honey, dust, and apple butter engulfed the palate. The finish was dry and seemed to last into the future we hadn't arrived at yet. Usually one has to pay out of the nose for this type of experience, or be at Burning Man with a bunch of tech-bros named Jared, but with this? It can be a regular thing. Hallelujah.