HORSESHIT IN PARIS. – PetNat 2025

In 1894, the Times of London made a grim prediction: at the rate cities were growing, every street in London would be buried under nine feet of horse manure within fifty years. New York faced the same fate. Urban planners convened crisis summits. Mayors wrung their hands. Intellectuals declared it the inescapable end of modern civilization.

Fifteen years later, the horse was gone — replaced by the automobile. Nobody buried anyone.

This pét-nat was born from that story. Because humanity has always had a remarkable talent for standing at the edge of tomorrow, convinced it smells only of catastrophe — and a equally remarkable talent for being completely wrong about it.

“Horseshit in Paris” is a wine that asks you to breathe. Made from Pinot Noir in the traditional pétillant naturel method — bottled before fermentation finishes, alive with its own gentle bubble — it is a wine that trusts the process rather than predicting the disaster. It does not fear the unknown. It referments quietly in the dark and emerges sparkling, honest, and unfiltered.

On the nose, wild red fruit and a whisper of earth — the kind of earth that grows things, not buries them. On the palate, bright cherry, a touch of dried rose, and a lively, mouthwatering acidity that keeps asking you to take another sip rather than another doom scroll.

The finish is long, light, and quietly optimistic.

The greatest crisis in history has always been the next one. Pour this, look around, and notice that the world is — more often than not — still here.

Drink it with friends. Drink it instead of the news.

This is 100% Pinot Noir!