Far from the wild and funky excesses of spontaneous fermentation, it can also take on a most enchanting herbal expression with just a gentle nod to the Provence and that’s the fragrant route the Kirchspiel goes down. If you were lulled into a sensory comfort zone by the nose, you will snap out of it on the palate, where the taste of cool mint and salty minerality is even more vitalised by lemony acidity and a sorrel-like crunch. Austere but not mean.