Last night we took one for the Teamsters and opened a bottle of 2005 Lafarge Les Aigrots. It was less than pleased to have its beauty sleep interrupted. Weight and balance were excellent, tannins agreeable, with no oak taste or velveteen, so the mouth, a simple beast, was pleased. But the nose, which at moments like these parts company with - and assumes a bipolar antagonism towards - its symbiotic neighbor, found little to celebrate. Kirsch and caramel. Kinda malbecky. Hard to imagine this could jump out the closet and become a swan, given fifteen or twenty, so my advice to you members of the Equestrian class is: hold your horses, or sell them.
