Appearance: dried straw and hay with slight orange hues. No visible carbonation except for a minuscule bubbly collar. Swirls with nothing.
Nose: barn, funk, dust, leather, old furniture. Musty. Grape pomace. Hay stacks and burlap sakes, sawdust and oak planks. Green grape skins.
Palate: little to no carbonation – smooth, silky, and a little thin but in a good way. Sawdust, leather shammy, oak, musk, and pomace. Tartness in the middle – grape skins of the Pinot Grigio and oaked Chardonnay variety. Apple and pear skins. Essence of the farm and barnhouse. Old leather with just a hint of varnish. Soured apples, apple vinegar.
Final Thoughts: I love love love Cantillon. Seriously. Sour makes me happy and Cantillon makes me orgasmically ecstatic. Seriously. Sublime sophisticated humble earthen history is at the heart of lambics.
(an original written work by Kristyn Lier. plagiarism is not tolerated)