Hello;
I answer up to the implied challenge of Mark´s recent (and, as usual, very
good-natured) comment: in the absence of Dale and Bill it is up to us lesser
spirits to produce taste notes to a needy world ...
Where did we find this wine, really? Well, somewhere behind a paper box
under a bench in the cellar is the most up to date answer, but, before
that - wher did we buy it? Apaprently we paid 110.00 of the currency of
seller´s choice - possibly it was in the tax-free on the humble airport of
Sturup, meaning, it happened several years back (possibly c 2000).
Anyway.
[c] limpid, but with a decidedly brown edge on it.
[n] a whiff of very dark fruits, prunes ... what have you ... turns into
chocolate, and coffee, and stable, and more coffe ... and this particular
smell of pre-xerox stencil apparatus (the kind that gives you blue text) ...
[p] hits, but gently, with a very well mannered acidity that goes all the
way to the base of your tongue, but is balanced by a sweetness that is all
ripeness and none of young fruit. tannines are present, and fine-limbed but
intense.
This is all about maturity and style. If it were a poem, it would be a haiku
describing the splendour of the autumn leaves in the Emperor´s garden, while
mentioning the inevitability of winter in the last line.
Slightly like a Ribera del Duero (Hacienda Monasterio 1993) we tasted with
friends a couple of weeks ago.
According to google a very old chateau in côtes de castillon, east of St
Emilion. Can´t wait till we find the next bottle, somewhere behind a paper
box under a bench in the cellar.

Cheers

Nils Gustaf

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