Ruby. This is a big boy, a thrill-ride of Oakville concentrate, solid as a house. Structured, almost brooding aromas; the cedar-currant-tobacco pushes out like primordial tortoises onto dry land. Complex and dense with a bosky charge to it – chaparral, blackberry dust velvet – one doesn’t grasp the whole of this until the last drops of the bottle. The length is grainy and assured. Now – 2035+.
