Romuald Valot is a winemaker who beckons mystery. His name has appeared in vintages of some very impressive Burgundian premier crus going back to even before Y2K. In research, this fact alone sets him apart from basically every other producer we profile. Especially when you consider the wines we get under his label aren’t Burgundies. That was years ago, some other life. All of these are variations of Beaujolais, including the rarely-observed-in-the-wild Beaujolais Blanc. What gives? Who is this guy? He is referenced off-hand by many winemakers as a winemaker’s winemaker, a mentor, a supremely respected oenologist, someone who spins magic dust in the vines and the cellar, so the question begs: where is his esteemed eponymous domaine, the fancy website, the endless carousel of neon sunsets over the Monts Beaujolais backlighting secret estate gems in a rainbow of Instagram-Approved-Hues? Valot vinifies in Beaujeu, a very humble village at the crossroads of the Beaujolais and the Rhône, not far from the River Sâone, kissing the western extent of Régnié. Here he can craft the inscrutably addictive and first give wings to his private wonders before they soar into this waiting world.