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.