Morgon, France

Stubbily dotting the lower slopes of Morgon, these ancient vines are rooted in a sand so fine and fluffy the grapes look as if they could be tanning on a beach somewhere. Analogous to the soil’s texture, the juice is exquisitely silky and plush; taking a sip feels like jumping onto a huge pile of feathery pillows. That is, if your pillows smelled like rose petals and heavenly raspberries.