It is an utter delight to share the extremely fine, beautiful and haunting wines of Laurent Saillard. Welcome to the mixed pack. This includes 1, 2 (6 pack) or 4 bottles (12 pack) or La Pause, La Paire & Lucky You.

Laurent Saillard, ‘Lucky You’ Chardonnay & Sauvignon Blanc, Loire Valley, FR Lucky You indeed! Oldies but goodies Sauvignon Blanc & Chardonnay move to Brooklyn, get lightly tattooed, & have the sexiest messy ponytails you have ever seen. Like you see their platonic ideals of messy ponytails and are immediately inspired to try & replicate them but unfortunately, your hair will never go like that. All you can do is sip a glass of this wine coolly at the bar and be your own badass self! Which is a really chill compromise. Lucky You is like falling in love with your best friend, a glass of house white wine in perfect punk rock heaven, a blend of 80% old vines Sauvy B & 20% Chard. Grapes are whole cluster pressed into stainless steel, unfined & unfiltered with a minute amount of added sulphites. Acacia honey, lime leaf and crunchy pear meet wet stone and gauzy golden silk. Apple juicebox nose, scratching the skin off an almond with your fingernail, spicy nectarine, eating an apricot in a field of white flowers. Saillard’s wines are such wine bar wines! Lucky You makes us crave a dimly lit bar in a major international city: marble countertops, white linen shirt & frayed jean shorts, phone number scrawled on a cocktail napkin in ballpoint pen.

Laurent Saillard ‘La Pause’, 100% Gamay, Loire Valley, FR A sexed up Gamay with a husky, throaty voice that really does things to you. You met La Pause at an art gallery & fell head over heels in lust after finding out they’ve published three volumes of experimental poetry that is actually, like, really good. Now you’re all, “Is it crazy that I want to tell La Pause I love them on our third date?” Yes, it is, but we totally get it: we’re in love with La Pause too. 40 year old Gamay vines are grown on clay & limestone soil, elevage takes place for around eight months in neutral vats prior to bottling without filtration, resulting in a pure & straightforward expression of grape & terroir. It’s sort of like Loire Valley Gamay started palling around with Northern Rhone Syrah, managing to stay entirely true to itself while concurrently picking up a few of Syrah’s vocal tics & mannerisms subconsciously: it’s a smidge meaner than your average Gamay, Gamay in a beat up vintage leather jacket, though of course it’s still a sweetheart underneath, with a piping hot mainline of red fruit energy. Spiced plum, ziploc bag of Craisins, scratch & sniff strawberry. But wait there’s more! Bouquet of dried violets! Beet juice reduction! Kitten’s tongue tannins! And last but not least, BIG limestone energy like stealing a rock from a vineyard and sniffing it alone in your hotel room later that night. Falling asleep with the rock on your pillow.

Laurent Saillard, ‘La Paire’, Gamay & Grolleau, Loire Valley, FR Winemaker Laurent Saillard worked as a chef in Brooklyn & NYC for many years before throwing it all away to become a dazzingly talented winemaker in the Loire Valley; that classic cheffy meticulousness is all over his wines. Obsessive observation & constant care are his highest priorities in the vineyard, where everything is done by hand & without the use of chemical sprays. This blend of everybody’s favourite cuties Gamay & Grolleau (two best friends, scrappy & mischievious, always up to no good but when they flash you a charming grin you’re putty in their hands so they get away with everything) makes you feel like you just walked into a tiny, mind-blowingly chic & off the beaten path Parisian wine bar— the kind of place that if it were in literally any other city would be the talk of the town but in Paris it’s just kinda like Whatevs. This is quintessential glou glou: notably fresh handful of Haribo gummi bears countered by a pleasant hit of post-rain April dirt. Lightly musky like when a hot person at the gym’s sweat smells weirdly good, tart raspberry from semi-carbonic maceration, mini Coffee Crisp on Hallowe’en night, jamaica agua fresca, cracked black pepper. Kick back with a glass after splurging on something really frivolous i.e. a wildly overpriced designer chess set even though you’ve never played chess in your life.