Licence IV Rouge is Cinsault that’s born cool, like a jazz tune or a beat poem written in black cherry-scented letters. Licence IV Rouge is ready for every moment: you, turtlenecked in the corner, swirling your glass of wine like a yo-yo master, nonchalantly wafting aromas of licorice and thyme with a smile. Licence IV Rouge doesn’t care what time you arrive. What matters, mon ami, is that you’ve finally made it.