Central Otago, New Zealand. Pinot noir. 14%. Screwcap. Approx $A85.
I've consciously avoided the term funky, I find it too imprecise and annoying, but as I sniff, it's the term that first comes to mind. . . That certain depth and sexuality that seems inextricably linked with the grape. A symphony of scent made up of earth, mushrooms, truffle, spice and a good measure of skid marks. . . Meaningless words for something quite alluring and pretty. Forward and fleshy, full of richness, extract and sweetness. The polar opposite to Burgundy in shape, but still sharing a core of seduction and velvet. With time even the tannins, with their coating of char and sap, soften and integrate. How can something so wrong feel so good? 92. Now - 2016.
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