I hate to pour a bottle down the sink. I always think there must be some redeeming feature. This is a hair-shirt of a bottle. Severe and austere and whatever fruit is there is fading fast, so much so that the alcohol now intrudes. It's really hard for the alcohol in a Burgundy to overpower the fruit. Down the sink it goes.
When first opened, everything about this bottle screams "DRINK ME...don't hang about, do it now." Firstly because it's lovely, and when Burgundy is lovely you should not hang about. You never known how long it will remain lovely. Delicious succulent sweetness, supported by fruit that is mature but not without power. And then, after an hour, the fine grained tannins kick in and the wine pretends it's still young and good for another decade. But the colour is still more brown than red, and it's still a wine that seems more ancient than its years. dg
Some things in life you know with certainty you will love; a film by the Coen brothers, a book by Neal Stephenson, a proper suet pudding with custard. I have never opened a bottle of Fourrier I didn't like.......until now. It's like an old friend struck down in her prime. Decayed and faded, leaving an alcohol tang to the finish. I keep going back to it because I can't believe it, but it's not getting any better.