Twenty-five years on.
Imported by Rudi Weist and Cellars International, San Marcos CA.
The neon glow of the Rheingau and he’s woodsy, smells of spring ramps with a lick of petrol. Dispersed structurally with dark flavors and the sense of sweetness is now zero. Like licorice without sugar, dry as essential oil and crusty-mealy as pumpernickel. Now.