This arrives not with grandeur but with a kind of quiet inevitability, as though the vineyard had merely shrugged and allowed Chardonnay to gracefully dance alone. There is a silvery coolness to it — highly perfumed citrus and nectarine notes with a whisper of struck flint — yet beneath that translucence runs secondary notes framed by honeysuckle and vanilla-scented Meyer-lemon tart finished with a smoked Maldon salt. The oak is not a flavor so much as a texture and backdrop, and the wine’s shape keeps unfurling in the glass with serene confidence and charm.