Although the bar is dubbed "savage" in French, nothing at Sauvage (537 SE Ash St., No. 102, 971-258-5829, falls below perfectly refined—except maybe the taxidermied goose imposingly perched on a stack of wine barrels. Hardly identifiable from the street, the entryway is marked by a chalkboard wall with "#102 Sauvage" scrawled next to a veiled door. The wine nook's interior is as pretentious as the welcome suggests: Hanging glass orbs and candles make the mahogany tables glow, a mixture of fine art and wine barrels are against the walls, and the owners employees (appropriately named Nicolas Vernon Duff and Chris Vandersloot) prattle off varietals with tongue-twisting dexterity. This is oenogeek turf and don't forget it, says the large glass door showing off Sauvage's on-site winery, Fausse Piste. But after a whiff of Kobe beef carpaccio and a few glasses from the extensive wine list (try the flight of orange wines, $19, for something different), that taxidermied goose looks a lot more welcoming.