Remarkably and distinctly and unmistakably French, like drinking syrah in a French restaurant. No heft but with a generous flavour. Pale colour, very peppery, light wine with a dark fruit taste (a little like the dark coloured Jelly Tots which were, I suppose, a facsimile of black currant). Not deep or mysterious and a touch too thin on the finish. But we thoroughly enjoyed it. It was like having a favourite dish you haven’t eaten in a long time. And, of course, this sort of wine is way out of my everyday price range, so it was a treat.
Oh, worth noting: 13 per cent alcohol. H0w perfect. Note to California: It can be done, brilliant wines under 14 per cent.
Price: I’m sure it was a splurge; wish I knew.
Market Liquidity: A pleasing departure from Australian heavyweights.