I found it very hard to wrap my mind around this. It was an intriguing if perhaps confounding white, with peaks like the butterscotch of Chardonnay but some valleys with the coarse citrus bite of a mediocre Sauvignon Blanc, and, in the middle, an earthiness reminiscent of Hunter Valley Sem. All the complexity left me somewhat baffled, as if it had an identity but was in denial or masquerading as something else.
The professionals are gaga over this bottle. 95 points said the sticker at BCL. “Impressive, powerful, rich, dense.” I guess it is all those things. So is a heavyweight champ. So is El Chapo. So is, it seems, half the politicians on the planet. That doesn’t make the words explain what the wine’s identity is. And, for us, we were left at sea. Was it brilliant or parody? Mark Squires in the WA wrote that it seemed a little unevolved. That, I think, is extremely precise.
Price: Friggin’ expensive. Like a whole lot of money. I refuse to fess up.
Market Liquidity: When you see Amadeus on the stage you have to believe the actor playing Salieri, believe him when he’s old, believe him when he’s young, believe the transformation is plausible, and if you don’t, if you’re unsure, then the whole enterprise fails.