Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
First whiff is brett ("of course," says Marcia, "it's a Bretton, haha"). Once that, and a touch of reduction, go their merry ways, there's lovely leather over a core of rich plum/cherry fruit. At first sip, the word juicy flashes behind my eyes. I block it, since it borders on meaningless, but it insists. Then comes a burst of tingling, vivacious acidity, that overwhelms the sweetness within the initially foodless mouth, but zings through some Coulommiers like a hot knife through buttah. With comestibles, everything settles into perfect equilibrium. I might have hoped for more gravitas from a 13Y old; it is relatively straightforward, like a super duper quaffer. With good bones, it seems to be enjoying its youth. The texture is lovely, the weight utterly irreproachable. A paean, even, to the needlesness of exceeding 12.0%.