First day: Very deep lava red, the only bricking is from being Nebbiolo. Clenched and surly, fvck you!, on opening. 1/2 a glass, soily, dirty bench at the bus stop; no tickets pal. Wait for day two.
Day two: Whoa. Yes. Here's the ticket. Gorgeous, reserved, licorice, fennel, and forever depth on the nose; massively proportioned; fennel seed and antique furniture polish; wafts of celery and parsnip, strawberry; camphor; cinnamon. Waiting to become great and getting there. No roses, but that’s just because the mail is sitting in the mailbox, unopened. On the palate the wine is hugely medium bodied, coating the tongue in flavor and length and tannin, but with a bewitchingly light touch. Quite hard to describe, that; rather like the Burgundian “power without weight.” This beauty gushes with licorice, fennel, caramel, rivers of snappy cherry, and a perfumed, feminine, floral haunt that won't leave me (praise Jeebus). Spectacular balance, with a sternly acidic and tannic structure framing impeccable fruit. Long, very, very long. Glorious. Not yet ready (but awfully nice!), try in 5 years, or maybe 3. Extremely elegant -- do not read this effusive note as saying this is a big wine, despite its undeniable power. If “perfect” wines exist then this is amongst that coterie because it just couldn’t be any better.