The first time I tasted Trousseau, was sort of like the first time I listened to "Daydream Nation," or the first time I watched "Suspiria" ... entrancing, confusing, and exhilarating. I'm honored to say that this Trousseau from the limestone and schist soils of the Rorick Heritage Vineyard lives up to that first Trousseau experience: dank on the nose like marijuana gummy bears, juicy and alive on the palate, and rounded out with a subtle hint of duck fat and cranberry sauce (in a good way). Buy the ticket, take the ride.