Saturated ruby. The nose spreads like an alluvial fan, smells of the Gironde estuary; he’s robust without the rigidity, sleeps the sleep of the just. A maturing sweetness, luscious by the standards of old-school Gruard Larose. Still mandible grip and animated in his interplay of blackberry, gravel and tincture. Unadorned at the end, where the poverty of his sub-soil leaves an adamant mineralic inprint. Now – 2020+.