Twenty five years on tasting.
Mature oxblood. He’s from the old school; if he had a style it’d be no style at all. So he always ran a bit blunt, opaque, tannic. But you could sense good material underneath and the grip was always fine. Only the blacksmith hammer of time could pound out the rusticity. He’s still firm but more civil and expressive now, with a sweet maturity to his dark plum, cherry tobacco and old leather profile. Lingers nicely at the end. You can still keep this. Now – 2020.