Toasty, hedonistic aromas of cedar and sandalwood, and the invigorating salinity of a rockpool – a deep, dark, impenetrable pool. Then a lifting bouquet of fresh dahlias picked in the warm August rain in grandmother’s garden. This Pauillac first growth – with Philippe Dhalluin masterfully and quietly at its helm – has driving salinity on the palate which then leads you through a panoply of other flavours; all the time so achingly, sensuously smooth to the touch. The wine laps at your tongue like the salt water lapping against your skin in the Dead Sea. Medidative. Wow.