Helmut started his new estate in an old place after becoming disillusioned managing other peoples much larger estates. He chose a tiny parcel in Saar, the tributary of the Mosel, known for its searingly acidic wines, basted in minerality. His highly rated Vols parcel butts against the very famous Scharzhofberg (home to Egon Muller). A helicopter is employed for the small amount of spraying necessary on these super steep slopes. In the cellar he is a traditionalist, self described as "concentrated doing-nothing" with spontaneous fermentation in large old fuder and stainless steel, rarely fining or filtering.
This is really like a Hexamer wine; pure mirabelles, with an elegant sideways florality; ultra-refined and gracious. The label doesn’t say, but it tastes like a Spätlese.