Mystery wine? Hardly. The bottle was sitting in an ice bath for 3 hours or so and the labels just slid right off. Must have been hand glued on, so charming. Can't you just picture it, a little German in lederhosen and feathered hat, patiently gluing on thousands upon thousands of labels. I like Germans. They're good tourists. Unlike, say, pratt English folk, the Germans at the very least attempt to speak and understand the local culture. I've seen Germans both in Shanghai and in Paris now, with the same result. And the wines they produce . . . the glorious, glorious wines.
The Sonnenuhr (Sundial) vineyard needs no introduction. It's one of my favourite wines, whether it's from the villages of Zeltingen or Wehlen. And in the hands of Selbach-Oster, just magic. Few wines give a true pleasure, a true euphoria, while at the same time remaining honest to terroir. And the low alcohol means I can keep drinking and drinking and drinking. This bottle is just electric, all minerals and energy and pure fruit. Delicious like nothing else, and if you still refuse to drink these wines because they're sweet, I don't care for you as a person.
Long live the Mosel.