From the Hospices’ best parcels and oldest vines.

Saturated ruby.  He’s composed, even a bit closed-in next his ’88 peers.  Give him an hour to get going; he’ll fan out luxuriously, a mocha crème brulee with huckleberry fruit.  Decadent yet galvanic.  Incisive finish.  Indefatigable Les Saint-Georges, built reductively to go the distance.  Now – 2020.