Twenty five years on.
Bricking through his fullish ruby color. His story is infinite if no longer impervious, all solidity and smoulder, musky and metallic. Just a whiff of tar and malt; otherwise, the use of wood here is benign. Dense black fruit flavors, cassis and sloe. Resonant acidity gives proper definition to his size. Lively finish with savor. You can always keep a Faiveley. Now – 2020.