Niedermenniger Herrenberg Riesling Kabinett feinherb "Meyer Nepal" AP11
From a slightly different parcel on Herrenberg, “Meyer Nepal” carries a cooler, more herbal edge than “Palm.” Think lime peel, alpine herbs, and slate dust — still feinherb, but with more tension and lift.
Hofgut Falkenstein
Erich and Johannes Weber have been quietly shaping this small estate since the mid-’80s, farming steep grey-slate slopes around Niedermennig and Krettnach with nothing but hand tools, intuition, and time. No chemicals, no shortcuts — just grass between the vines and a deep respect for how the land wants to grow.
Each parcel is its own little universe. Grapes are hand-harvested, whole clusters pressed, and the juice runs by gravity into old fuders — massive wooden barrels, each tied to a single plot, often named after whoever farmed it generations ago.
The results are Rieslings that crackle with clarity and nerve — salty, bright, and feather-light, but structured with quiet intensity. Every fuder tells its own story, and each bottle feels like catching a specific current in the Saar’s cool flow.
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From a slightly different parcel on Herrenberg, “Meyer Nepal” carries a cooler, more herbal edge than “Palm.” Think lime peel, alpine herbs, and slate dust — still feinherb, but with more tension and lift.
Hofgut Falkenstein
Erich and Johannes Weber have been quietly shaping this small estate since the mid-’80s, farming steep grey-slate slopes around Niedermennig and Krettnach with nothing but hand tools, intuition, and time. No chemicals, no shortcuts — just grass between the vines and a deep respect for how the land wants to grow.
Each parcel is its own little universe. Grapes are hand-harvested, whole clusters pressed, and the juice runs by gravity into old fuders — massive wooden barrels, each tied to a single plot, often named after whoever farmed it generations ago.
The results are Rieslings that crackle with clarity and nerve — salty, bright, and feather-light, but structured with quiet intensity. Every fuder tells its own story, and each bottle feels like catching a specific current in the Saar’s cool flow.
