1931 Quinta do Noval Porto Vintage

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  4/7/2022 - theportguy wrote: 97 Points

  The Last Hurrah; 4/7/2022-4/9/2022 (Seattle, Washington): Dark amber-purple in color with a touch of brown on the edges. Noticeable sediment in the glass. There are some herbal notes, dusty grapes, and some intense dark fruit on the nose. Incredible intensity on the approach. There are fantastic rich mocha notes on the palate, along with fig, cherry and red fruits. Really great mouthfeel. It is really incredible that a 1931 Vintage Port still has this much to give. Simply outstanding.

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  12/22/2017 - BradE wrote:

  Absolutely brilliant, and my favorite wine of the day (in steep company).

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  8/18/2017 - fcxj wrote: 98 Points

  Robuchon blind dinner. Lush, velvety. Perfect balance. Wow port.

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  4/11/2016 - tinybubbles Likes this wine: 99 Points

  Endless variety of aromas on the nose. Dried cherries, plums, orange, blackberry, herbal notes, licorice, pecan, mink oil, dry soil, baking spices, almost too much to take in at one time. Similar complexity on the palate with smooth but intense flavors. Still young enough for two generations ahead to eventually drink it. 99+

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  1/22/2014 - The Gilded Sage wrote:

  I had the good fortune to enjoy this particular wine quite recently at Hollowbrook Manor, at the end of a resplendent meal celebrating the debut of Lord Hurst's cousin, Lady Evelyn St. Clair (see my note on the magnum of 1949 Musigny that accompanied the main dish of poached foetal calf).
  
  Following dinner, we were entertained for a short while by the stylings of Lady Evelyn on the pianoforte. Or, perhaps "entertained" is not precisely the word, for while she is truly a lovely creature, and worthy of all the ample admiration she garnered this season, one cannot in good faith but acknowledge that her playing lacks something of the delicacy and grace found in her physical aspect, so that I was for a time uncertain whether she were engaged in the earnest interpretation of a classical waltz or in the spasmodic performance of some modern vulgarity. This was all rather awkward, and a few minutes passed during which the guests seemed uncertain whether—or upon what topic—to commence conversation. Fortunately for all involved, Lord Hurst was in no way insensible of the situation, being perfectly discerning in the musical realm and merely of the admirable opinion that youth and its passions must be indulged.
  
  The debutante's playing forthwith concluded, the ladies stood to make up a game of bridge, and the gentlemen retired to the drawing room where two large decanters awaited, along with a Stilton of most withering appearance. The wine was remarkably rich and youthful—just beginning to evince those dusky aromas of dried lavender and eastern spice, those flavors of blood and fresh-fallen figs for which mature port is so widely adored. I was so much under its spell, in fact, that I was emboldened to compare it in these regards to the rather exotic beauty of the debutante herself (she born of a house known in the years before her birth for a degree of bacchanalia seldom seen even amongst the aristocracy). A brief silence followed, during which I was afraid that my host might have taken offense, but then the good gentleman raised his glass in merry agreement, and we all drank heartily to Lady Evelyn's successful season.
  
  When we had finished both decanters of port, as well as a round of large and oily pre-Castro cigars, Lord Heatherington made mention of his new Invicta, in which he had driven himself to Hollowbrook. We decided that we desired to have a drive on the grounds, and so took turns racing about at wonderful speeds, while the ladies continued inside with their game. We are none of us experienced, of course, driving automobiles, and I am afraid it was I who finally had a bit of a smash, coming round a bend with an old growth chestnut at its apex. This was only to be expected, and is nothing that Heatherington’s man in London cannot manage, but still I must confess a nagging bit of guilt this morning when I think of the inconvenience to which this will put him. I shall send him a basket of finest Moroccan oranges, which are quite his favorite at this time of year.

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