Twenty five years on.

Ruby.  Still mostly yang in expression with a surety to his demeanor.  Fruit is primordially dense, fervidly indigo. Tannins still run a bit thick and avuncular. Only now, in the shadows he throws at the end, is there a glimpse of his blood and rust origins.  A vast and imperial Corton.  But strength without compassion leaves me a bit cold.  Now – 2020+.