Oxney Estate Woodhouse Pinot NV

A proper English rumpus unfolds in the glass. You’ve stumbled into a bramble bush after perhaps one too many, which is as easily done as said with this delightfully quaffable red. The aroma of ripe, crushed berries is intoxicatingly strong, you could easily mistake it for a summer pudding. Once you’ve pulled yourself from the berry stupor, the rest of the hedgerow comes through. A slight woodiness from the branches, with pretty florals woven in. If you’ve ever picked fruit from a countryside path, you’ll know this flavour well. If you haven’t, you now know how it feels.