A crimson purple tincture hinting at a certain pertness. Blueberries on the cane, complete with their brushed, crushed foliage, thus realised in the picking. Hints of confectionery and top notes of just ripe raspberries. It dives into undercurrents of beetroot and rhubarb, but then soars towards cherries, roses, violets and plums. Principally aromatic, yet hints of oak’s bouquet loiter. Blackberry and blueberry and finely grated dark chocolate.

A generous yet textural red wine; long and fresh. The plush tannins aren’t pushovers by any means; they come not as single spies but in battalions, as the usurper, Claudius, - a great merlot admirer - says in Hamlet.
The acidity emerging from the middle palate then sweeps through, keeping everything ‘en pointe’.