This is the dark horse of the range — brooding, spicy, deeply aromatic. The wild plum is not a fruit of perfection, but of wildness, of imperfection turned beautiful. Sourced from Piedmont, Italy, this 2015 vintage captures the rugged soul of its fruit — smaller, more tannic, more concentrated than standard plums. Rochelt turns that character into a velvet sledgehammer.

The nose is moody and thrilling. Sour cherry, dried plum skin, cinnamon bark, and black tea rise first, followed by earthy tones — forest floor after rain, walnut shell, and hints of cocoa husk. There’s something baroque about it — rich and layered, but still vibrant. Beneath the fruit is a floral touch: violet pastilles, lavender, maybe even a hint of iris.

The palate is bold, structured, and slightly wild — in the best way. It opens with dark fruit: damson, blackcurrant, even a touch of prune. Then comes spice — clove, allspice, anise — wrapped in a tannic, almost tea-like grip. The acidity is bright and mouthwatering, keeping the richness from feeling heavy. There’s also a bitter almond note from the stone that adds a layer of elegance and tension.

The finish is deep, dry, and haunting. You’re left with dried fruit, cracked spice, and something almost smoky — like burnt cherry wood. It’s a spirit of shadows and layers, more introspective than the pear or apricot, but every bit as compelling.

Best enjoyed in a contemplative moment — after game meats, dark chocolate, or when you want a spirit that speaks in riddles. Serve in a narrow glass, at room temperature, and give it time to unfurl.