The violets, tapenade, and juicy black fruit in your glass is much unchanged from how it’s always been (and should be).

Golden, luscious aroma and flavor, a delicious nectar infused with honeysuckle that invites you in at first sniff for a leisurely dip.

It is a real-deal northern Rhône roasted-slope Syrah that walks the tightrope perfectly between creamy fruit, meaty tannins, and fresh spine.

I would say that Faury does not make Viognier, but rather one hell of a Condrieu, replete with huge apricot and peach aromas and a fresh, regal palate.

From the classic aromas of graphite, black fruit, and roasted spice, to the total finesse of its tannins, this is Côte-Rôtie at its best.

It tastes like the grapes were prompted, gently but insistently, to eke out the pure essence of Syrah. Extremely limited availability.

I would say that Faury does not make Viognier, but rather one hell of a Condrieu, replete with huge apricot and peach aromas and a fresh, regal palate.

Majestically dark and brooding Cornas, layered with aromas of herbs and mint. Extremely limited availability

Like eating lemon curd at a party that Renoir might have painted—think something like Dance at Le Moulin de la Galette.

A white wine that straddles the northern and southern Rhône.