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.