Picked up a copy of this youngster, from the only crop available at Chambers, to sacrifice with reckless immediacy. Beautifully pale and translucent, like a ruby meant for stained glass, not jewelry.
Aromas are still sleepy, showing a bit of cherry and tar. Having committed the imprudence of chewing some caramels an hour before, the acidity seemed to come on too hard, followed by bellowing vandal fruit, finishing slightly lactic, as in yogurt. Having experienced several vintages of this marvel, I know it has a bright future, but at present belongs in a borstal.
Just as my thoughts wander so, the better half, who now and then disagrees, but rarely this much, exclaims: This wine has everything I look for, perfect balance of salty, bitter, sour and sweet; I could spend the whole day sipping this, what a delight! In truth, with savory food, it got better and better, and the last drops were far closer to this second impression.
So, perhaps we have a technical tie today, but undoubtedly a rout in the future, or in a present without caramels.