Not for the faint hearted! We can’t think of any reds bigger than this for body and flavour. It virtually pours black and drinks like the most joyfully fruit driven sludge you can imagine. Don’t mistake this frivolous comment for a reflection on the way the wine was made, however. It’s put together with great care and is particularly refined for a red that’s got everything turned up to eleven! Made for the ages, cellar this brute for as long as you like or decant well for a rollercoaster of a ride now!
