Until recently, it was little more than a blank spot on my personal map of German wine. Somewhere between Churfranken and the Spessart hills, somewhere where the Main River slowly winds its way through sandy soils and the vineyards lean south. That’s about all I knew. Which is exactly why I had to go and see for myself in early July.
Philipp Giegerich made time. An entire afternoon devoted to vineyards, soils, sites, nuances. Großwallstadt, Rück, Wörth, Klingenberg – we toured them all. Stopping again and again, grabbing handfuls of soil, observing, explaining, discussing. A proper afternoon for nerds – in the very best sense.