From the home of some of Germany's finest Riesling, this sweet little number can bring the temper of Asian influenced dishes, smoked ham or shellfish with creamy sauces well under control. A smooth, calming influence, whether accompanying the finest of dinner-table cuisine, or tin-foil takeaways in front of the telly.
It can be said that there is no finer wine in terms of purity, than German Reisling. It really does reach the parts that none others can: a belting hit of razor-sharp stoney, grapefruit minerality, with a softening grapey tropicality, that is so bracing that it fights the ethanol to revitalise you completely. Until glass three. At which point the alcohol wins. But what the hell.
Hans Lang, whose Rheingau home might not scream Pinot, but whose Pinot screams that Rhiengau can be, in the right hands, a exciting home for Pinot. This is how it should be: delicate, slightly faded by time, feminine, absolutely soft but with a curious presence that is inscrutable. And bloody lovely. Most of all it has a balance that so few wines have these days, and is incredibly moreish. Nice one Hans!
In terms of purity there really are no finer wines than German Reisling. Reaching the parts that others don't, the bracing, razor-sharp, grapefruit minerality of this fantastic wine will revitalise you completely.