There's neither oak nor brett in the Grande Reserve. Nary a splinter nor a cell. Aged on its fine lees during a nicely relaxed elevage, in this wine you have the potpourri of Faugere's aromatics—its black olives, thyme, sage, sea salt, and on the palate the sense of licking black stone. This is what Languedoc and Languedoc alone can do so well.
