The aromas are of blackcurrant skins, the fruit still on the bush and the hot sappy wafts coming up from the damp earth below. Great depth of flavour, the palate fresh and mineral (those mountain rocks again), with fine dense tannins and restrained violet perfume. The year was cool and damp, and ripeness was very slow to come. There’s a feeling we’re missing a cylinder here, and that’s the acidity. It’s a lovely wine that I’d drink tonight with dinner, but I might hesitate to lay it down beyond 2030.