Screw you Jeb Dunnuck. Honestly, 94 points with a “thrillingly concentrated vibe on the palate.” Can I tell you what the vibe is? It’s fortified wine. This bottle (lovely, yes, silky, smooth as fabric softener, heady and toxic) is 16.5% alcohol. This is a silent derringer. It’s a killer. A silent effing killer. And all that weight, all that alcohol, as delicate as it is on the palate it’s tonnage on the brain. It’s like being a spectator at F1 without earplugs.
So glass half full (as full as we recommend), this is about as full bodied as a Grenache Syrah can go without transitioning into vinegar. It’s rich, billionaire Monopoly fat cat oozing rich. Blackberries so ripe they stain your fingers as you pull them off the vine rich. And not as complex as the bottle claimed.
Dunnuck says “don’t miss it” to which we might add, trust us, you won’t miss it, it will come crashing down like hail all around you.
We like us some Rhone but easy does it. Sweet and pretty and just too much sweet and pretty.
Price: At a discount at Marquis $42.
Market Liquidity: You could do shooters with this syrup.