There is a pure, restrained element here, and a creamy, one-of-a-kind texture I could never imagine coming from Sauvignon—or any other varietal, for that matter. Built for the cellar, or perhaps the museum.

The great Edi Kante, a true artista in every sense of the word, is seldom seen. If you were to imagine a reclusive artist, in a far corner of a country where Latin, Slavic, and Germanic cultures all blend, this is the masterpiece one would expect.