Downed this beauty on the front porch at Les Petits Ventres in Mt. Tremblant, Quebec on a heavenly vacation filled with woods, bikes, lakes, and my two favorite fellas. One of whom was supposed to be sleeping. But it was one of those perfects warm nights, where the food was good, the atmosphere relaxing, the conversation stimulating, work was a whole country away… and you just don’t mind seeing your beautiful kiddo blow past his bedtime to giggle as you tickle his little toes. This bottle went the way of many Malbecs allowed near my face. The way, of the dodo bird.