Two people drank this bottle. The first had one glass and called it a day: Oily. Sweet. Sweet and dense to the point of cloying, like condensed milk for key lime pie, like treacle. Like you’ve wandered the midway and overdosed on caramel apples, cotton candy and glazed donut holes. Stewed fruit like an overripe Riesling and hardly recognizable as Viognier.
The second person like it, liked the density, the overbearing fruit, the 14.7 per cent alcohol (!), the oozing luxe-ness of the finish, and got to finish it off.
But here’s the thing: The first person paid for it. So that’s a done deal.
Price: $24 from the vineyard.
Market Liquidity: It’s a yin yang thing. (You thought I was going to say “there’s no accounting for taste” didn’t you?)