Twenty years on.
Crimson with an oxblood sheen. The gravitas of Clos de Vougeot, a seismic layering of blackthorn fruit, hearty spice, forest floor, leather, tabac, pan drippings. Still some tannin, plush yet firm. Fine skeins of acidity to carry the wine. The finish is tightly stitched, mineralic, achingly pure. You can still keep this. Now – 2020+.