Marsanne anywhere can taste and feel like anything, but this rendition from La Petite Mort wears its name on the front and back of the shirt. Peach, white and yellow, apricot, honeydew, green apple and honey. Textural grip but with an incisive structure. Fermented in oak. Fuller and more mouthfilling than one would expect, but the acidity is tingling. Gorgeous now, methinks future bright and horizons long.